man knows not his,
yet, by tracking time,
we try to master it.
shadows on sundials,
changing of calendars,
watching the clocks.
time is cosmic order:
spheres circling suns
moons orbiting planets.
from cradle to grave,
out of crib into coffin,
time carries us away.
memories of childhood,
youth’s fond dreams, our
strength and beauty fade.
we cannot stop time
but perhaps we can
slow it by sabbath;
pause to pray, praise
give thanks for grace,
we rest, he restores!
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Inspired by Jan.11, 2015 sermon by Pastor John Lee on Ecclesiastes 3:1-15
a poem in my pocket 
Jan 12, 2015 @ 16:16:23
I love the whole concept behind Sabbath–not worrying that we have to do everything ourselves, trusting that God is at work in our lives. Not that I’m always good at it–I’m too driven–but I do try for a little Sabbath-time every morning at the very least.