Castles of Sand

Castles made of sand
slip into the sea
soundlessly.

Like the silent tick
of a sundial
age flows into age
as the water of Time
erodes the sturdiest
of foundations.

And each life is but
one grain of sand
on the beach of eternity
basking in the Sun of Life
yet slowly slipping into the sea
pulled under by the relentless grasp
of Time.

Yet, to catch the sparkle of the Sun
for a moment,
shining reflections of Divinity,
rainbows of color
dancing across the sand,
revealing diamonds
of Soul.

Shining tower domes
crushing foundations
flowing into plains of humanity,
each alike, as their time comes
to slip away.

And, so,
castles made of Man
slip into the Spirit
soundlessly.

Karl Chamberlain

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