Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: 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

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.

Vandana SharmaSeptember 9, 2013 at 7:15 AM
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.
Janet MartinSeptember 9, 2013 at 7:25 AM
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

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!