We can’t hold on to it but we can leave a little bit of ourselves in each grain that passes through our hands as time slips by. It’s not in the holding but in the flowing. Like a river that passes over every stone it washes each one of us. It smooths us and polishes us for the conclusion which is to pass on to others a bit of ourselves, good or bad it is what it is. Time is the one constant we can rely on, it’s ever present, it has always been, and will always be. Just like God.
Thanks for the post.
Beautiful imagery. Thanks for that!
Technically though, I believe, time started with the universe though, and will die with it. Not that our human understanding can grasp it 😉
Stray Thoughts 
“…even when it’s strapped to our wrists.”
This is an intriguing quote. What’s time all about anyway? Can we capture it? 😉
I’m not sure we want to. I think what we really want is to make things last. Well, some things…
Yes, some things…;-)
We can’t hold on to it but we can leave a little bit of ourselves in each grain that passes through our hands as time slips by. It’s not in the holding but in the flowing. Like a river that passes over every stone it washes each one of us. It smooths us and polishes us for the conclusion which is to pass on to others a bit of ourselves, good or bad it is what it is. Time is the one constant we can rely on, it’s ever present, it has always been, and will always be. Just like God.
Thanks for the post.
Beautiful imagery. Thanks for that!
Technically though, I believe, time started with the universe though, and will die with it. Not that our human understanding can grasp it 😉
Begins with God and ends with God.