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
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