Orbit's Offspring

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Psalm 90:10 

 A man,(over fourscore years) once part of this community, raising a large family, running a flourishing farm, the other day with one half-breath went the way from Is to Was...

While we are part of the IS we ought to heed earnestly this earthy Was, because eternity will be a Forever IS and never, ever Was!

Seamless severing slips through stars

Tugs midnight’s shrug from eastward bars

Fills far-off hills and streets with this;

Fresh affirmation that God IS

Rubric of thousand-thousand years

Abuts each day that disappears

Where evidence lingers a bit

Then falls prey to the nay of it

The common order of the clock

Is achieved through fixed tick and tock

And none as yet have found a way

To alter what begets each day

We make plans; stand up straight tall

Only to fall where shadows fall

With shoulders squared we shouldered youth

Quite unprepared for timeless Truth

…how birth and death closely aligned

Are breath by subtle breath defined

As earth orbits the sun, marks years

Where what is new soon disappears

© Janet Martin

What in the world happened to the first month of this New Year?!! 

Only one more week left of January 2017 before it too slips into the archives of Eden