The hour glass

A completeness and contentment
surround the particles of sand,
that are falling through the hourglass,
to spread out in His hand.

And as His hand it opens,
with such gentleness and might.
Each speck of dust is shining
in the softness of His light.

There is a gentle shudder,
as they all return His gaze.
For they all have deep within them,
the soft imprint of His face.

This is the point of reckoning.
We all get a long hard look,
at our contribution to the planet,
and our pages in the Book.

The strength of His compassion,
can be hard to comprehend.
As we lay our fears before Him,
and He holds them in His hand.

But our purpose has not ended,
as we filter through the glass.
For the object is upended.
We’ve yet more learning to amass.