“My
heart is overflowing with a good theme;I recite my composition
concerning the King;My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.”
-Psalm 45:1 (NKJV)
Where
does time flow? From here to Mars
Like
the wind, it comes, is gone soon;
Quickly,
quickly, like falling stars,
Or
shadows briefly covering the moon.
“Make
the most of time,”* the sage’s advice
Falls
sometimes on deaf ears.
Interruptions
are a cunning device
To
steal our time. And then the years
Accrue
to fourscore and more,
As
I, body aging, mind still much aflame.
When
I consider all the days of yore
They
seem like yesterday. But can I blame
Time’s
passing, like the wind in trees?
The
‘music of the spheres”** is heard;
Some
memories, soft as whispers, seized,
Captured
in thoughts, in written words.
Inspiration
comes, like the wind, rapidly, sometimes raw.
My
King, my Lord reminds me that I am but mortal,
With
my allotted time, and what these eyes saw
Happen,
will soon be subsequent to my earth-life’s portal.
Maybe
when I have passed beyond
To
mansions somewhere on the other side of the sky,
Many
will still read written words and respond
To
thoughts preserved and “storied-up” by such as I.
-Ethelene
Dyer Jones
Written
March 18, 2017, for devotional, March 19, 2017; may we have a blessed
Lord’s Day, with worship, prayer and rest.
*“Make
the most of time,” shortened from “Make use of time; let not
advantage slip.” -William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
**“The
music of the spheres,” from “For there is music wherever there is
harmony, order or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music
of the spheres; for those well-ordered motions, and regular paces,
though they give no sound unto the ear, yet to the understanding they
strike a note most full of harmony.”
-Sir
Thomas Browne (1605-1682).
--
Ethelene
Dyer Jones
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