All Things Temporal

Crashing tidal emotions scour times sand eternal

Massive stone monoliths succumb now to the sea.

Fortresses of time; bastions bound not, yet falling still they be.

Crumbling towers carried distant on quandaries fickle breeze.

Say, who now when upon these rocks do stare?

Who now of flesh and blood, that mortal man should think?

Should they ponder that from ravages of time that they do better fare?

Nay, for all is temporal; this earth, this sky; even you and me.

 Proverbs 27:1
King James Bible

Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.

J. Allen Wilson © TWO 2007