Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
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I found this very endearing to read at his approached to death which is just another step into a new dimension to a place so beautiful it lifts your heart up to see everyone waiting to greet you.
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I found these words quoted in a travel-book recently and was moved by them. The book's author, Cicely Fox Smith, attributed them in this way “These lines of another long-dead dreamer”
A dreamer he may have been but he did dream up some fine words. -
Even Such Is Time
From guest John A. Bostrom (contact)
This poem has haunted me and sent chills up my spine since I was a young college boy in the 1950's. It makes one face squarely our impending death-the reality of the grave. But, no, hope never ends. If once we received life, can we not receive it again? -
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Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Odd to use the word trust as though time is simply holding onto our youth for us. Then again perhaps we pawn our youth and in return get "age and dust".
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
The saddest part of passing away. Maybe no one will remember or think about us. What legacy have we left behind.
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
Hope eternal. But what if what you have now is all you got? Can you deal with that?
A most appropriate poem for rememberance day.
John
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