Rev. Rosemary C. Hyde, Ph.D.
September 16 2012
Leaving footprints on the virgin sands of time
My soul wanders,
Seeking love as thirsting bodies pursue water .
While captured in prismatic time and space
My Spirit Spark suffers the mirage illusion
That the Love it must reflect
Is not within.
Flagging sometimes, it pursues the search
On the horizon of the years and hours and minutes
When within itself, all is whole, suffused, complete.
Like most everyone, when I look at the years, the calendar, my age and that of loved ones, I wonder “where has the time gone?” What, though , is time? Has it come? Has it gone? Can I “spend” it? Can I “lose” it? Why is it elastic, whisking past my mind when I’m not paying attention, but slowing to an agonizing crawl if I watch it tick and tock? I conclude, upon reflection, that “time,” as an essential fact, is, in the spiritual realm, an illusion, a mirage – Spirit in me knows what’s real, but my soul, captive in a physical reality, has forgotten.