sand of life

escaped from the hourglass of time, it has rained tiny grains of earth, composing with nothing to make everything.

illusions of life

we might explain the world of how, but the world of why may remain for contemplation, we are dwelling in a world of utopia.

the chill of winter’s darkness sits quietly, time stands still, God’s creation slowly rises.

oh Lord of the sacred gate, please give me shelter from the storm, i was lost but now i’m free.