Footprints in the Sand
What of them, it is impermanence; What was once will be recycled and sifted through, what of us, will we be made impermanent?
Why must we toil?
angry for the intrusion of the water.
can it not all stop?
Can the footprint be made to stay?
Why is it that Nothing gold can Stay?
Why is it that we only see destruction, where did beauty go?
“Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Footprints, that, perhaps another,
Sailing o´er life´s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.”
Alas, to many streams exist, I want that narrow pass to enter the gates, I want to circle upward on that ladder that Jacob saw in his vision, I want to leave a footprint, is that to prideful?
Alas the wind came and blew away any footing I had made, in it´s whisper came a soft voice:
“You´ve an eternity to leave a footprint young child, smile I am with you.”
And it blew and I took a breath.