Sands of time

By Mark Heathcote

Sun, 03 Apr 2016
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Nature is a sandstorm
It cannot be, controlled
It cannot be tamed to be a lamb

It cannot be turned on or off
But it can fall to form land and even a man
It's the nature of the invisible lifted aloft.

Till physical strengths grow weary and exhaust
To carry it on its ultimate journey,
To season it with grain, rains of a petal flower.

And tend it in its final hour of rest.
Nature is a sandstorm
And we, my child we're all the sands of time.

Certificate U
Poem
The kismet fate of serendipity
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

I like the philosophical components to this.

 

Submitted by Mark Heathcote on

Much obliged Vera thank you !

Mark Heathcote

Submitted by Alan Russell on

Like this for its measure of the enormity of nature and the humbling insignificance of man.  Well done. (Especially significant this morning as I was listening to some Arabian desert music.)

Alan

Ringwood

Great Britain

Submitted by Mark Heathcote on

Much appreciated Alan, and I like how you had just been listening to Arabian desert music I think that's great thanks for commenting.

Mark Heathcote

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Mark,

love the idea that nature cannot be tamed and the way you link it with a sand storm that rages, but then finally eases off in it's own time. You are right, we are but grains of sand in time.

Very well put and by the way, I adore the picture too.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Mark Heathcote on

Thanks Jenny, its much appreciated glad you enjoyed it and like the pic. :)

Mark Heathcote