Round and round and round we gofaster faster faster go go go!!! Busy as bees making all that money,buying and selling on the latest and greatest. We talk about the news that's ever-changing... WOW! this and MAN! that and we seldom even have time to rest. Zip Zip Zip for a few short years then BOOM it's done!The preacher preaches over a box and a few flowers. Loved ones shed tears. Eventually they heal. Then where are we? Heaven or hell ... believe it or not, and what did we win in that rat race? What can we show for 70 to 100 years of life on Earth? Did we even attempt to meet the expectations of our Creator? Think about it!
The book of Ecclesiastes deals with this issue. I love this book for this very reason. There are so many things in life that pull us, attract us to excel in, some very good, some excellent but in the end what did we accomplish? Did we fear God and keep his commandments? This is the whole duty of man. And how much competition is involved to accomplish this? Love your post, Mike.
Excellent poem brother. We need to think on these things. Life is a breath. Set your minds on things above (Col 3:1-3). We need to be storing up treasures in heaven.
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Thanks for the comments. These thoughts came rushing into my mind a few days ago. It was as if I could visualize the people of my neighborhood as tiny animals running around in different circles like wind-up toys that finally stop ... and it is over with.The vanity of it all as Sister Ginnyrose pointed out from The book of Ecclesiastes hit me all at once. I wish that my neighbors could see these eternal realities but most of them are blinded by the god of this world.At the same time I don't want to lose sight of the reality of the brevity of life on earth and the vanity of all that is under the sun. The only lasting things worthwhile are beyond the sun.
This goes well with your poem.The Dash Betweenby Ron Tranmer© I knelt there at the headstoneof one I love and cried.Name, with dates of birth and deathwere perfectly inscribed. I pondered these two datesand how little they both meanwhen compared to the tiny dashthat lies there in between. The dash serves as an emblemof our time here on the earth,and although small, it stands for allour years of life, and worth. And our worth will be determinedby how we live each day.We can fill our dash with goodness,or waste our life away. To ourselves, as well as others,let’s be honest, kind and true,and every day, live the waywe know God wants us to. May we look for opportunitiesto do a worthy deed,and reach out with compassionto those who are in need. For If our hearts are full of lovethroughout our journey here,we’ll be loved by all who knew usand our memory they’ll hold dear. And when we die, these memorieswill bring grateful, loving tears,to all whose lives were touchedby the dash between our years.
Thanks for sharing. This dash poem is a really good one. I may have heard or read it before, but thanks for sharing it. So quickly life goes fleeting by ... and our eternal future depends on what is in that dash.Thanks for sharing.