A GLIMPSE

(c) Troy Jones 2004 The clouds come rolling in. Thunder rips lightning electrifying the night, a sound that gives feeling, a moving emotion, eternity’s core trembles. Tranquil molecules are buzzing. A moment dragged into the halls of time forever never to be again. A drop of water ripples across an ocean of darkness, silhouetted by glimpses of a shimmering light, a tapestry of hope! A composition of cells dancing with design, free to be, peace in thundering places. A glimpse Many perceptions of purpose echo through the ages of time. Therefore, it is to you.