In The Skin of You and I...

Mayor Neil Driscoll wins this class...

This waning garb of skin

That we inhabit here

Before the Whole of Life begins

In death will disappear

This prelude to it all

Is of dire import

For everyone will hear The Call

That cometh from the Lord

Then, face to face with He

Who died so we may live

Each one will hear on bended knee

The verdict He will give

…there is a Promised Land

There is a Promised Lake

The soul’s inheritance depends

Upon A Choice we make

….in waning garbs of skin

Where flesh is bound to die

But oh, never the soul within

The skin of you and I

© Janet Martin

At last night's truck/tractor-pull, young, old and in-between gathered to cheer on competitors bound for what the announcer dubbed ‘The Promised Land’ …the 300 foot mark indicating a Full Pull.

…and many times the crowd heard the announcer declare ‘ that they were just shy of the Promised Land’.

 In tractor- pull terms this simply means waiting ‘til the next pull to try again.

Not so in that Once For All Call to Eternity