...as I was contemplating the upright position from my cozy horizontal came the first lines of this poem;-)
Left foot forward then the right;
Thus the day becomes the night
Little sleep when day is done;
Soon night’s deep is full of sun
Little holding close, then oh;
Tender tug of letting go
Little sorrow, joy, peace, strife
Stirs the dust that fosters life
Little swivel on the sod
Is time's little gift from God
© Janet Martin
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow.
What is your life?
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
James 4:14
Wishing you a wonder-filled worship-day!
Wishing you a wonder-filled worship-day!