“Non-believers …. like the thinnest of rafts, floating upon an ocean of infinite mystery; they hate to be asked to look over the edge. They are very busy decking out the raft with everything which can make it feel like a permanent home. They never really think they are on a raft and not a rock, until one day an illness or an accident or a war flicks them off into the ocean, where they never have learned to swim.”
~A. H. McNeile, 1923, Discipleship
It’s Never too Late
© 2013 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved
Creeping across my mind some times
Are thoughts of days of yore
When youth and strength converged
Overshadowing wisdom’s bloom.
What gay presentations sought
What times of jubilee
“Think not of those looming omens
Dwell on the glad todays.”
Such wonders the world offered
Untold oohs and aahs
Bigger barns were assembled to hold
More bells and whistles in.
Ah, the years have passed
Youth and strength have gone
Wisdom has set such a stark table
As I dare to peer within.
Comforts lose to distresses
Independence is now the key
Keep one foot in front of the other
Tomorrow can take a death toll.
Learn a lesson from me
Trust in God for your security
Eternity is yours if you believe in Christ
Where tomorrow is forever tomorrows.
NaPoWriMo Day 14