TIME IN A BOTTLE:

TIME IN A GLASS

 

The sands of time are passing fine,

each grain a matchless treasure.

But doleful man can ne'er opine

to make a useful measure.

How sadly do the hours fly on,

with golden blessings laden,

At last to wing their ways beyond

and find their ancient haven.

A speck of dust on Time's far shore

is all that mortals merit.

But human souls may find the Door

and Heaven's gold inherit.

The shining glass conceals the score

of sand left in the balance,

And man nor beast can yet discern

the cost of Time in Talents.

~ by Jerry Ogles, Bishop, Anglican Orthodox Church 

Gospel of St. John 8:32 - 

"And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free"

©J.Ogles 2008