Affiliate Disclosure: Some of the links or advertisements below are affiliate links or advertisements, meaning, at no additional cost to you. We will earn a commission, if you click through and make a purchase. Thank you 🙂

With fingers softer than the touch of death,
The sundial writes the passing of the day,
The hours unfolding slow to twilight gray,
The gleaming moments vanish in a breath.
But sunny hours alone the sundial names;
All unrecorded are the midnight spans
And vain within the dusk the watcher scans
The marble face; thereon no record flames.
So on eternal dials that God may hold,
And those more humble in the human heart,
No bitter deeds their passing hours impart;
Kind deeds alone are marked in fadeless gold!


Leave a Reply

You May Also Like
Read More

The Silence

Four monks decided to meditate silently without speaking for two weeks. By nightfall on the first day, the candle began…
Read More


How many masks wear we, and undermasks, Upon our countenance of soul, and when, If for self-sport the…