Remember when we laid in the grass
To watch the clouds slowly pass.
They rolled and billowed aimlessly
And took on forms of what might be.
Wasn't that just yesterday
When fantasies were child's play?
Time, the trickster will have us say
How quickly it all gets away.
But here is my confusion---
Time is mere illusion.
It does not preside
O'er my life on this side.
My soul-life is endless
Like clouds, it is boundless.
Formed in His own image
Ageless and undiminished.