The Savior's Sandglass

The Savior’s Sandglass

His hourglass sits upon a shelf of stone

An oaken and glass sentinel to time as it passes. Its job is a somber and abrasive one. Standing witness to all the souls and events which divide the years, centuries, and eons, it cannot feel the enduring sadness as it prepares for yet another rotation.

He flips it in the air catching it firmly.

Now back in its place, it begins again its almost silent vigil. Cringing as one by one the crystalline grains descend the thin shaft to their repeated doom. Those comfortably supported by those beneath them know nothing of their rasping fate.

He watches his creation wax and wane.

Innumerable colors of ivory and brown slip gratingly amongst each other in a quest for a new and better resting place. They fall, enveloping those which came before; scouring away the individual memories. Achievements and failures merge.

He loves each one as his own.

A mountain of the universal experience multiplies with each passing second; its glory and shame nothing but fleeting particles. The remnants of all life’s accomplishments collect below in a pointed heap, their round and sharp edges vying for notice in the celestial luminosity.

“Look at me… pick me… remember me.”

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ID: 1395163   (Rated: E) Ordinary Things Contest  A small stakes contest with a monthly prize by Topaz -- knighted!

PROMPT~ "What does sand look like?" (Forbidden word: sand)

Judging note~ In memorium for D. Palmer [who passed from this world during the contest period] she was awarded the winning ribbon in honor of her life's accomplishments. The other three of us gracfully took a three way tie for second.