Tuesday, August 2, 2016

This Much Ado



Today is hubby's Mom's 85th birthday! 
She has been a widow for almost 42 years. This past year she has bid farewell to many longtime friends, her circle of soulmates dwindling in life's twilight years.
Happy, Happy Birthday, Mother!
Over the years whenever we ask her what she would like for her birthday, Christmas, etc.
 her reply has been the same,
"Just come to visit"


 When I was a little girl my mother gave me a small motto that I kept on my dresser for years. the motto has disappeared but the words on it are etched permanently in my memory,
Only one life
It will soon be past
Only what's done
for Christ will last

Be very careful, then, how you live; not as unwise but as wise, 
Eph.5:15

This gift God gives
Of day to day
Is filled with
Opportunity
This life we live
Of do-and-say
Is shaping our
Legacy

This common rite
Of morn to night
Unveils the noise
Of much ado
It hails a fight
Of wrong and right
And sorrow-joys
We journey through

Do not despair
This thoroughfare
Of holding close
Then letting go
Is like a stair
From here to There
…and what There is
None fully knows

Not to but through
The seeming grave
That holds the bones
Which hold the soul
This much ado
Is like a wave
That dissolves on
Death’s sacred shoal

© Janet Martin

Three things in common all have we...
First life, 
Then death,
Then eternity




Each day is like a flower
That spills from bud to bloom
Before it fades and falls away
Into Yesterday's tomb 



Who knows how far or near we are
To There, an awesome awe-full Gate
Today is Time enough to care
and prepare, ere it is too late

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