Glory..

 Most things glory are silently unglorious.  I think glory is often misunderstood.

Like in Superstar, Jesus says power and glory are hard to grasp.

There are miraculous shiny events.  Yet much is quiet.  It's getting things done.

It's working hard, the mechanics of accomplishment that may be a precursor to a grand event.  Or simply pushing ahead.

I'd hold the kids when they were scared or hurt.  I rarely said it would be alright or ok.  I'd work through the pain and restore security.  That's ok.

It's not poof and all is well.  It's that steady love and assurance we'd hold on.

The sands are fast drifting out through the hole to the mound of yesterdays.

Soon we'll turn the hourglass over and start anew.  

And we'll see what we bring with us.