Of Borrower's Lot...

It seems like there's always something to trouble us, 
said Hubby yesterday in an afternoon phone call to discuss some of our most pressing cares...
after the sun had spilled its spun gold through morning's minute hold...

Yes, it seems there always something to trouble us
because
 "Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: 

he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not."

Job 14:1-2 

But, the Giver of all is Bigger...

 

We are on borrowed time

None of inherent right

The Glochenspeil of season-chime

Gifts morning, noon and night

This wisp of wonder-world

Where pleasure melds with pain

Is like a breath-banner unfurled

Then curled back up again

A monumental blip

Regardless of the years

A cradle-to-hearse fellowship

Of lent laughter and tears

…and Love that will not fail

While hellos and goodbyes

Lead to that one final exhale

That severs earthy ties

And stills the pendulum

That spills Borrower’s laud

And tolls the elemental sum

Of Soul’s return to God

© Janet Martin