Life, a stirring of the sands of time,
A mere drop in the eternal river.
And each for their own time, exists.
But the sand cares not,
And the river pays no mind.
But by the immeasurable grace of God,
Or any nameless divine embodiment,
We are alive for that minute time.
And for the blink of an impassive eye,
We are immortal.
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