The Meaning of It

 One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.

 The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.

The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. Eccles. 1:4-6

 

The will of time wafts through mortal bearing

Stunning the soldier of clocks, we admit

Sometime we wonder in life’s daily wearing

What in the end is the meaning of it?

While Laughter lavishes lips we sense sorrow

Waiting, for he is no stranger to us

Beyond the ruin of Now, time’s tomorrow

Tugs where Today frames our fiddle and fuss

…and sometimes we wonder, in life’s coming-going

What, in the end is its merit or gain?

What bestows value to Time’s transient flowing

Or assures us we have not lived in vain?

Where is the crux of Hope fixed; summer-winter

Pours through Time’s vessel in vaporous vaunt

Hope ever-reaching toward Something better

Vexing the spirit while soothing our Want

What is the purpose of life’s wee-blip ration?

Soon we will slumber, like They beneath sod

Then an epiphany quiets each question

…sometimes I think we miscalculate God

© Janet Martin

If God is our Full Purpose every moment is holy.

If God is the Giver of life every moment is sacred.

If God loved us enough to send His Son for our atonement,every moment is Thank-you.

If God is for us who can be against us?

If God is our Reason every moment is a calling.