The Unembellished Truth

Inspiration for this poem here 

There is no fountain of youth

No pie in the sky, save the moon

The sweet by-and-by

Of middle-July

Has thorns on its roses too

There is no Time-holiday

We cannot save what dusk steals

Nor can we hide

From the winnowing tide

Nipping like pups, at our heels

We’re all in the same boat, love

Sailing earth’s ocean of hurt

Before we lay down

This flake of a gown

In urns or hollows of dirt

We all, ‘neath the shawl of our skin

Harbor an Awesome Mystery

'Til that last exhale

When death's guise will unveil

God’s face and eternity

© Janet Martin

 By the sweat of your face You will eat bread, 

Till you return to the ground, 

Because from it you were taken; 

For you are dust, 

And to dust you shall return."

Gen.3:19

(M-m-m!! after reading the above verse I feel like making bread today!)

 2 Samuel 14:14
"For we will surely die 

and are like water spilled on the ground 

which cannot be gathered up again. 

Yet God does not take away life, 

but plans ways so that the banished one 

will not be cast out from him.