Swiftly it pass,

overlapping, twirling through

it's as if it has a life of its own.

We had just been passengers on

a train, ready to get off at any time

or were we running for the race

that doesn't seem to end.

are we the birds in the cage

trapped yet willed to sing,

are we the peacocks

on display and mocked?

are we the lily

that has been through the

worst conditions and

come out so beautiful

are we the pots and pans

that has been heated

at such high heat

to withstand all cracks.

no, we are all just pebbles

standing still

as we watch life passed by

memories flow through us

like the river,

but we are just pebbles.

Jesus, You saved me from

a life i will not want to go back.

Thank God.