Life

 In deepest solitude I sit;

My mind begins to stray

To thoughts of years in distant past


And coming future days.



The past lies just beyond my reach


And aching, my heart yearns 


To live again those moments fair,


Those lessons to relearn.



But fading, mem’ries of those days


Melt deep into the mist


Of Time’s dark chasm, shadowed dim,


In lost lore locked away.



Yet what I am came forth from such


As now is long forgot;


And stamped upon my features firm


Is that which now is not.



Now, forward wends my wand’ring gaze


To times as yet unseen:


The years to come hold myst’ries dark


With many tales to glean.



I know not what my life shall be, 


What stories I shall weave; 


But time to come is but a breath


Before the One Who sees.




       During certain seasons or times of the year, I find myself reflecting on the past (my own and in general), and musing on the future. What have I gleaned from past experience, wisdom that has been passed on from earlier generations, patterns manifest through history? And in what way am I preparing to convey what I have gathered to those after me?


       I think it is beneficial to ask such questions and consider such matters; while our future is ultimately ordained by the Sovereign Lord of the Universe, He has called us to both consider and act in this life and in this world. Am I giving thought to what matters? Am I living with a high purpose, according to my calling in Christ to advance His Kingdom against the gates of hell?

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