Ashes Unto Ashes

The hour-glass broke, and the sand grain felt the smoke spiraling from the shards of glass, traveling high on Natures breath, and gravity, 'till twilight dropped its murky veil upon the haze of an evening, dark...darkest dark dark as black...blackest black. And just like that, Time was gone, taking Space along with it, forever, from the morning next. And, every sand grain dropped its weight upon the wings- of a single White Dove afire, from Its own Time and Space; such a paradigm be this, unequal in point and message- of mystery, faith and trust. From ashes we were born, unto ashes we'll return. Time and Space, paralyzed, will have nothing more to do with matters of Soul and Spirit. Time and Space too shall die, not an ash be left behind- to create another being, for that would be abetting the motion of the Anti-Christ. and, just like that, Peace shall reign. The hour-glass broke, the sand grain blew into a breeze of timeless space.