Of Accounting And Dividends

Before accountability

Pressed quite so heavily on me

I did not think so carefully

Of Time’s intensive haste

But now, an inner voice exhorts

A keen encouragement of sorts

That life’s allotment is so short

We have no time to waste

Yet I will not hate or berate

The pressing of its somber weight

For it reminds me of a Gate

Unyielding in its charge

And as we climb the mystic stair

From ‘little here’ to ever there’

We ought to steadfastly prepare

To leave Time’s temporal barge

This volatile mortality

Will soon exchange its leniency

For lasting immortality

Beyond Time’s dividend

Hope spurs each step of sacrifice

Though disguised demons croon, entice

We press against deceptive vice

For death is not the end

Before accountability

Impressed its sacred yoke on me

I did not think so carefully

About Time’s transient door

But now it seems its moments plead

That we pay keen and earnest heed

To ticking clocks that gently lead

Toward forevermore

© Janet Martin

 So then, each of us will give an account of ourselves to God. Romans 14:12

For this reason we must pay closer attention to the things we have heard, or we may drift away, Heb 2:1