Does death not stoke in us a sacred sensitivity for life?!
There is something about death that makes the simple things in life sacred...
...and what may look like plain old mess at first glance
are actually music-notes in a momentous montage!
There are mouths to feed, hands to hold and help,
and feet that feel at home enough to kick off footwear and run!
The wand that wakens flowers
And woos them into bloom
And stokes the soundless showers
Of petals from the plume
The lowered moat of morning
That moves twixt God and man
And metes the miles adorning
Past’s ever-never span
The rod that rules the Reason
Beneath the rush of days
And runs season to season
Through Time’s unyielding ways
The wow that bursts with wonder
And chauffeurs Hope from hurt
Where love and longing thunder
Where hunger rakes the dirt
The font that fills the pages
With aftermath of rose
And authors from the ages
Life’s poetry and prose
The music made of messes
The crumbs of broken bread
The humble happiness-es
That bow the heart and head
The law that lends the ladle
That blends laughter and tears
And rocks the baby’s cradle
Soon lost to yester-years
The tray that tips with treasure
Soon tendered to farewell
That strews gossamer measure
Where death’s white diamonds fell
The song that deepens dearness
With every fading This
Because we sense the nearness
Of what no longer is
…becomes, this side of Heaven
The sacred bric-a-brac
Of the life we are given
Until God takes it back
© Janet Martin
Titus 2:11-15 BSB
For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men.
It instructs us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions,
and to live sensible, upright, and godly lives in the present age,
as we await the blessed hope and glorious appearance of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ.
He
gave Himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for
Himself
a people for His own possession, zealous for good deeds.
Speak these things as you encourage and rebuke with all authority.
Let no one despise you.
