Time is ...

by Simon Auchterlonie

Time is slipping through my fingers

As the gold-dust that I can see but never touch.

Those memories, once held only look back to have been

Without any future, character building dream.

But

Hope now is mine, as the dynamic I was created to inherit

possess with joy. Yes a life that has an abundance,

Since now I have chosen to claim as my own

the access to eternal being . . .

Through His new and living way

I possess life forevermore.