Shifachi

The Hourglass Time is but a fickle essence, A tiny grain of sand. One amidst the many crumbs That slip between our hands. Each and every moment, Nothing on its own, Holds within a certain beauty, A gift so rarely shown. Each and every grain of time, A beacon in the dark; Sometimes shining, sometimes hiding, Sometimes a burning mark. As they trickle, as they fall, The hourglass stands fast. We continue blinded to our future, And heedless of our past. As they amass upon the bottom And our lives begin to thin, Will we grasp at fallen grains, Or find a strength within? ~-*-~

If… Take a breath and think. If the world were to end tomorrow      And you could save but one person,      Who would it be? A parent?  A sibling? A friend or a stranger? Someone you care for, Or who can shield you from danger? Be careful now of whom you choose, For many would seek to save their love. Instinct makes us protective Over that we value most. But to be alone is pain enough, The nights are cold; the land is rough.      Would you put your love through fear and grief?      Or spare them death as sweet relief? I stall you here to call your bluff. The sorrow of loss of life and home, To be the helpless cause