The Will Of The Lord

The seasons of life continuously flow;
ushering in, constant changes;
allowing life’s players to come and go;
as the background rearranges.

Everyone strives to make his or her mark;
hoping their descendents will remember;
each, on their personal journey, embark;
as January glides into December.

When we are young; time slowly drags by;
all the minutes seem like hours;
when we get older; the time seems to fly;
leaving no time for the flowers.

Everything in life, has its own purpose;
the birds or the bees don’t complain;
in the essence of time; reasons will surface;
and reality will become more germane.

Each life is a part of the overall scheme;
a unique piece of life’s puzzle;
although nearly everyone has a dream;
all will face sorrows and trouble.

Sometimes we all want time to stand still;
we like where we are; today;
but such was not to be the Father’s will;
growth is hard work; not play.

Time is the infinite creator of reality;
making civilizations rise; then fall;
raising the dead from a grave’s finality;
time is the will of the Lord of All.

Monty 4/8/24. # 2,069