By Rev. Gregory S. Smith

 

Time, my friends, is fleeting

Like particles of sand

Etched sound and safe in tempered glass

At first appearing grand

 

But as the moments swiftly move

Each grain gives way to part

And so deceptively seeps away

As particles will start

 

Then suddenly you see a shift

As massive mounds give way

And all the fortress once pressed firm

Has found new grounds to lay

 

Our lives are much like grains of sand 

Perched in an hourglass

With only just a fleeting time 

To make our moments last

 

So, use your time hence carefully

Although the sand once vast.

The days ahead can’t guarantee 

The grains now seen will last

 

We must be here to give some back

We need to lend our voice 

It’s up to us to save this town

The time left leaves no choice.

 

There still are moments to engage

Our legacy to share

A message buried deep within

Still a burden shared 

 

There still are remnant traces

That seek to share in sight

Collecting with the few remaining

We still can win the fight 

 

We must create new grains of sand

And teach our legacy 

Instilling our great heritage 

And charging them to see 

 

As you contemplate this call

Find ways to make it stand 

Cause fleeting as the hourglass

Our time, mere grains of sand!