Like sand through the fingers the life is slipping,
it streams irrevocably to an abyss,
dissolving ideas and faces, once gripping,
and your unforgettable seemingly kiss.
The time is taking the body’s vitality,
the dreams disappear like stars on the sky.
Futile is a human assumptions’ reality,
if all living beings are destined to die.
If all is forgotten, if all disappears,
what for are we fighting or falling in love?
What for are the laden with labouring years,
if no-one judges us from above?
Whatever a hearts in its deepness acquires
will show how foolish we were or astute:
whatever is giving the root to desires
one day will produce unmistakably fruit.
Discover your purpose, remember your calling.
be careful with your ideas and plans.
Like sand through the fingers the life is falling, -
it's falling directly into God’s hands.
8.07.2019