Passing
Passing, passing˜our lives
like ships on blue horizon,
like clouds, like rain,
like something ephemeral, gauzy,
like thinnest cotton lace.
Momentary wisps streaking
past minutes, past days
disappearing.
like dreams, like pain.
Everything passes, everything,
this transient life
so fleeting
until awakening
until only heaven remains!
© Susan Sawyer