Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Hourglass

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Fleeting precious moments
Passing by
Like the trickle of the sand
To the hourglass
Measuring time.
Recording passages,
Collecting beads of memories.
Until the last drop of grain
Empties to the bottom
And the heart is filled.

Like the hourglass,
We live to be emtied
And be filled again

And again
And again
And again

Don’t be afraid to feel empty, for it’s the only way to have the space to be filled.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

 

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