No Earthly Good

No earthly good: that is what I want to be.
It is a hard thing though.
Seconds spinning off the hands of the clock are all I have know my life long.
Seconds stitched into minutes, months and years.
Years that stretch into the distance of my lifetime.
And yet, that lifetime is a breath quickly exhaled.
When it leaves my lungs, I will wake beyond the grey of this world.
Once I meet the undying shores, I will wonder that I made so much of the temporal.
I want to live for that day.
Not for the petty the trials of life.
Because great or small, they are all petty.
I will forget them in the glisten of the uncreated light.