I feel the world

Sometimes the world seems to be so fragile, almost as if it were made of sand.

I feel the world passing away.
It slips like sand through a child’s hand,
as she sits on the beach building castles.

She sits, building castles; the sea roars
behind her; she lends it no ear,
intent on her work.

We learn to fight chaos when we are young;
to build sand castles, and pretend not to notice
the ocean, sitting, waiting.

By Timothy Hankins

A theologian, pastor, and writer who seeks to teach and live the fullness of the ancient Christian faith. Anglican in a Wesleyan way (read: Methodist).