The hourglass was set in place—Time began and here I am.
The last orange-yellow rays slowly sink into the trees.
A chirping cricket cries in the distance for a mate.
A chilling brittle breeze wisps through my hair.
Under bells that tower high above is
Where now I sit. Sirens heard in
The distance fade. Buildings
Stand applauding each one
Who enters. They come
And they go as if
Here I still sit.
A leaf falls to the
Ground as if the tree
Will just bud again next
Spring. People needing people,
People needing the Son, silently cry out.
The silent cries resound off the red brick
Building walls that continue to just applaud. Time stops.
God is returning! The last grains of sand trickle through
Delana H. Stewart (c) 1988