Does this poem speak to your mind, body and soul?

Time is the measurement of purpose.
From the east the sun bleeds gold on earths bosom giving life and light.
The moon blazes in silver tresses orchestrating the tide to bow and sway.
Four seasons govern the year in reigns of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
A second brings a minute, minutes brings hours, hours bring days, and days brings years.
So forth do the hands of time goad us to our stop sign.
Where past dealings of life flash in quick secession to view failures and victories.
Some may ponder never will it amounted to anything but simple sapiens tramping earth until death intervenes.
For in the mind lingers the doubt that there is something more out there, miles away but so close it bathes the mind, body, and soul.
Doubt can be conquered with faith, faith can be strengthen with works and time will reveal the disparities of both doubt and faith.