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Time
Life is just a moment in time.
A little dot in space.
When you are born, you already begin to die..
Every second, or a hundred years.
So relative. So absolute.
You can not escape, the rapid passing seconds.
Nor can you tun back the wheels of time.
You can’t even pause the toothed gears,
that are aligned in the heavens.
The great ancient clock is ticking of, moment after moment.
Life spans and ages, seemingly unaware,
of the multiple dangers people experience.
Through the running out of sand.
Inside the hour glass of His hand.
L.L.
