If you try to hold onto a speck of dust, it will slip away.
If you try to hold onto sand, it will scatter everywhere.
Do not waste the time you have been given,
for it is a loan, borrowed from the Creator.
But every loan will eventually be repaid,
and the interest accumulates and weighs heavy.
And in a mortal body – a home for your spirit,
how will it balance the time it has spent?
What will it see when it returns to God,
far above – to the kingdom free from decay?
Will it be able to embrace the Creator,
having gathered treasures for His Eternal Day?
Treasures prepared for Glory,
that no wicked thief could ever take…
What in this world is worth the effort,
pushed to the very limit?
It is pointless to gather dust
and fill it with feelings and dreams.
For what is mortal will eventually die,
while the eternal soars towards the Everlasting.
And it is sad when among the wealthy,
you carry a beggar's bag…
Didn’t God send you to this world,
bestowing you with spirit and a choice of destiny?
Has He never greeted you with rays?
Has He never blessed you with Love?
Even if a traveler wanders through a hundred lives,
they are empty if a flame does not ignite them.
If you create dust – you forge a chain.
And the sand keeps you bound in a desert.
And time for God? It's never enough,
because it is burdened with lies.
And this is the tragic judgment
upon the mortal descendants of Adam.
Born of dust – drawn to dust,
for their hearts are there as well…
Stefan Glavchev
(Fleeting Remains)
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