Shifting grass,
Fleeting winds,
Elusive mirage.
So goes time;
Stop! Look! wait...
it's gone away.
Time leaves us breathless, eventually, literally. Why don't I remember that each day, as I waste it and use it and spend it? good bye to the time i will never get back... hello to the time in my future which is not for certain... you look long in coming, but you come all the same, and it's never as long as i thought it would be. and then, you're gone away. I fade each day fade to where i knew i would be fading. we call it death but it's just the passing of time. don't worry, just wisely. use it wisely. count the minutes for you know it will all be gone by the time you remember to look back.
Ecclesiastes 12:1-7
"Remember your Creator
in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
and the years approach when you will say,
“I find no pleasure in them”—
2 before the sun and the light
and the moon and the stars grow dark,
and the clouds return after the rain;
3 when the keepers of the house tremble,
and the strong men stoop,
when the grinders cease because they are few,
and those looking through the windows grow dim;
4 when the doors to the street are closed
and the sound of grinding fades;
when people rise up at the sound of birds,
but all their songs grow faint;
5 when people are afraid of heights
and of dangers in the streets;
when the almond tree blossoms
and the grasshopper drags itself along
and desire no longer is stirred.
Then people go to their eternal home
and mourners go about the streets.
6 Remember him—before the silver cord is severed,
and the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
and the wheel broken at the well,
7 and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it."
