Shadings of Past and Present

Across the yawning chasm
of this deep canyon
the church bells toll
mournfully ~ I’m told.

Echoes of the past
when all would fast
echoes of today
when all pray

Such as the canyon’s colors
blending from grass
to forest green
to the black of nothingness.

But what betides the future
shadings of past and present?

Betides the church bells of today
will they also fade to nothingness?
Who can tell?
Only the Creator of us all.