Children of Creation
- greyrangemedia
- Apr 20
- 1 min read
Hurricane.
Takes me out of the equation.
Blows away the sky
and the beach.
Leaves me clinging to
my moment of salvation
before I seek
the ocean’s sweet release.
Who are we,
but what we’ve done?
Children of creation,
walking on and on.
Leaving footprints in the sand.
Who do we hold
once we let go?
No walls to guard
our weak ego.
There is more to this life
than we understand.
Time is water
through our fingers.
All the world falls
to entropy.
Sons and daughters,
we don’t linger
here for long.
We’re memories.
Future touchstones.
Future smiles.
Tears to come.
And laugh lines
around our eyes
from the moments
we felt safe enough to let go.
Wind is calm.
The eye of the storm.
The moment of peace,
and we are in awe
of the power,
and the love of God.
Another wind kicks up.
The storm surge high.
And we release our grip,
lest we find
ourselves swept up
by the tide.
Storm passes
and the beach is gone.
Only stone left
to build upon.
Where has time taken us?
DJR - 2024
