Gorgeous sunny, spring daybreak!
I'm sure everyone in our neck of the woods wants to make the most
of FINALLY, a fabulous stretch of sunshine warming winter-weary bones!
Lawn-raking never felt so fine, like spring-cleaning the outdoors!
The wise in this world endeavor to make the most
of every day, no matter the weather!
Because, no matter who or where we are, death is life's gravest matter
and none of us knows how near its Door draws with each breath we take...
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We live but once; the wise weigh well the measure of its lease
For there are none who can foretell how soon a life will cease
But only God, who grants each breath beholds the holy Whole
Of numbered days before the death that bares the deathless soul
Not one of us can know who next will hear His summons fall
To draw us from time’s brief context to meet the Lord of all
Death is life’s gravest matter borne on seasons as they roll
Its dust and ash we scatter, the torn garment of the soul
The holy Whole of moment-sums slip subtly, yet rife
Through the undoing that becomes the measure of a life
The wise, aware of today’s momentous fragility
Weigh well the flickering blaze of accountability
Oho, how soon the afternoon dons twilight's dusky hues
How swift life's gleaming gift spawns the shadow of deathly dues
How surely no one knows That Rending Toll's proximity
That will unveil The Holy Whole of Soul's eternity
© Janet Martin
Luke 12:35-40
Be dressed ready for service and keep your lamps burning,
36 like servants waiting for their master to return from a wedding banquet,
so that when he comes and knocks they can immediately open the door for him.
37 It will be good for those servants whose master finds them watching when he comes.
Truly I tell you, he will dress himself to serve,
will have them recline at the table
and will come and wait on them.
38 It will be good for those servants whose master finds them ready,
even if he comes in the middle of the night or toward daybreak.
39 But understand this:
If the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming,
he would not have let his house be broken into.
40 You also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come
at an hour when you do not expect him.”
Oho, how soon the afternoon dons twilight's dusky hues...
A poem of wisdom from a wise poet. Good to read you again, Janet!
ReplyDeleteHi Jennifer! Thank-you:) So nice to 'see' you too. You crossed my mind last week and I wondered how you and your family are doing<3
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