Monday, September 9, 2013

Of Moments and Mud...





Life’s moments seem to fall away
Like broken shards of painted clay
Or leaves in autumn; drifting mass
Of echoes on time’s trampled grass
But how they sear and pull and tear
These little moments lying there

Swift, soon the element of youth
Begins to taste life’s timeless truth
Where none evades the fears and tears
Filling the fount of fading years
As we suffer the joys and strife
That mark this little way of life

Love; doubled-edged bulwark and reef
Life’s vertex of comfort and grief
This crux of misery and bliss
How kind and cruel its testing is
As we laugh, dance, stagger and reel
Pressed firmly on the Potter’s wheel

…and though they seem to fall away
Like brittle mud or drifting fray
Life’s moments shape, amend and teach
Passing in gasps, beyond our reach
As by the grace of God we go
Bearing life’s moiling moment-flow

And only when we leave this earth
Will we behold its humble worth
If in the grace of God we trust
Held in the hands that shape this dust
Then, at His feet He will reveal
Perfection from the Potter’s wheel


© Janet Martin

Sometimes it seems like life’s moments unfairly turn on us…but they do not. They are simply opportunities of grace to learn…grace.



But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I labored more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.

1 Cor. 15:10




2 comments:

  1. very nicely you have put the cycle of life and yes when this pot of clay (our body and soul) will reach finally in lord's hands, he will remould it again.

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  2. Amen, sister:) 'then the mortal will put on immortality!'

    So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. 1 Cor. 15:54

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