Of Mortal and Divine

When every blade-leaf-petal is

dazzled with silver drops

we who behold would be amiss

not to pause, and praise God

The Hand of Time is, in essence the Hand of God!

So in troubled times like these,

we take heart for we are in Good Hands...

The Hand of Time unfolds flowers...

The lifespan of a flower is brief!

(see the transformation of a week in the photos below)

The Hand of God holds eternity!!

It bids us consider well whose Hand

we choose to trust!

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Eccles.12:6-7

Remember your Creator

 before the silver cord is [b]loosed,
Or the golden bowl is broken,
Or the pitcher shattered at the fountain,
Or the wheel broken at the well.
7Then the dust will return to the earth as it was,
And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

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Outstretched, across the land and sea

Without form to define

This indelible unity

Where mortal and divine

...cradles the earth and tips yon purse

With dawn’s momentous lure

Once more life's for better or worse

Runs rife, to rich and poor

To test the sacred symmetry

That binds body and soul

And balances humanity

Against the holy Whole

Of love’s sovereign authority

Above sky, sea, and sod

Mist mingles with eternity

The Hand of Time and God

A flower cannot keep its prime

As dust's due decks the sod

The Soul slips through the hand of Time

Into the hand of God

© Janet Martin

Job 14:1-2

Man, who is born of woman,

is short of days and full of trouble.

2Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away;

like a fleeting shadow,

 he does not endure.