Just a handful of sand; Funneling
through my loosely gripped fingers-
Alot like life. I felt each grain, slipping
carelessly away-
Plaqued with emotions; I bowed my head.
Turned from the breaking tide-
Hurried my mind to a better time;
A better place
 

In an open meadow of wildflowers; Pausing
to enjoy their beauty-
Swaying back and forth in a warm Spring
breeze; Basking in scents of honeysuckle
and wild lavender; Melting in the contrasts
of the freshly painted roses-
Sadness overcame me; As I knew the
Summer heat would return this glorious
field to a prickly patch of weeds-
I bowed my head; Closed my eyes to the
inevitability of change-
Hurried my mind to a better time;
A better place
 

In the shade of the large oak; I sat
with the ancient scholars; Drinking from their
fountains of knowledge; Applying myself in ways
I'd never done before; Allowing more than the basic
colors; The simplest verses; The generics of this
round flat world to feed my hunger-
Bound by confusion; Suddenly I could no longer
understand their archaic tongues-
I bowed my head; Slammed the
door of lost wisdom behind me-
Hurried my mind to a better time;
A better place
 

Looking into a sunrise; Standing high
above the world- Beholding this divine vision
of hope-
I bowed my head in prayer of recieving the Knowledge;
Strength; Courage and Faith I will need
to last me a lifetime-
For without them; There will be no better time;
Nor better place
 

© Lisa Hilbers
1/25/2006