Time is often silent
It breezes by
In fashion of a lullaby
Unless you are in wait
of the arrival of the greatness
that life offers in a moment
that will flash before your eyes
and changes lives instantaneously.
Today upon Autumn Equinox
I am hearing time tick with deafening tocks
I am intoxicated with wonder
Just not able to bury my head in the sands of time
I await the blessing
To see eye to eye
What has been created
and hear that sacred cry.
by melissa rubin
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