Everlasting Sun

We, like the blowing sand

In conceding spirit, shift

across enormous chasms of time.

For our journey is long,

And helpless are we to its cause,

As our only respite comes

when the mighty rushing wind takes pause.

Then…as we began,

We do so again,

For we are of

A contrite spirit

And likened unto the blowing sand,

Driven by,

The ever the restless wind.

Driven to a new home

Under an everlasting sun.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004