The Fleeting of Time

Like liquid gold you pour through my bedroom window, tossing sunbeams playfully against the wall. Kicking back the covers, I jump out of bed, determined to keep up with you today.

My morning coffee urges me outside.

To sit on the deck.

To watch the birds.

To feel your warm, gentle breeze.

To capture your tender, fleeting moments.

It seemed, that as a child sitting behind a rickety old school desk, you shuffled along like an old man. And I felt bored and restless and wishing you would hurry up so I could go home and play.

And at the work place I was always daydreaming.

Always hoping for a better tomorrow.

Always hurrying you along.

But, that was a long time ago.

When I thought I had you locked  in a box.

When I Thought I was forever in control.

Now, it seems you barely peep your blazing head above the horizon when you’re pulling down the dark shade of night. When, like a fleeting bird, you fly and disappear into the abyss, never to be seen again.

And I realize that you hold the key to the box.

That I must never again take you for granted.

That I must grasp your every fleeting moment for as long as I shall live.

~ Sandi

Author: Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.

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