Going Somewhere after This?

PAD Challenge day 10: For today’s prompt, write a going somewhere poem.

 nothing is ours to keep soon all things melt like snow

an intangible echo-heap of living's come and go...

Remember Him before the silver cord is broken and the golden bowl is crushed, 

the pitcher by the well is shattered and the wheel at the cistern is crushed;  

then the dust will return to the earth as it was, 

and the spirit will return to God who gave it.

 Eccles.12:7

nothing is ours to keep 

still we, merchants of dust

 harvest, harbor, have-hold and heap

 hands and hearts with its Must

whispers of wanderlust

turn into wonder when

we pause to marvel at what God

entrusted to mere men

...then we should choke on boast

and humbly call to mind

the thing we should remember most

in mere moments designed

...that after this we go

To God; there is no doubt 

that this is simply the intro

To what life is about

© Janet Martin