Based on Psalm 49, this poem focuses on the fact that no man can prolong his life or the life of another by wealth, power, or prestige.
brevity of life
The Pity of the Lord
Aren't you grateful for God's mercy!
And Now, My Soul, Another Year
The beginning of a new year is a good time to search your heart.
See the Leaves Around Us Falling
dry and withered, to the ground....
By Cool Siloam’s Shady Rill
And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power...
Praying through the Psalms: Day 13
To remind me that time is short
Praying through the Psalms: Day 12
When cares are pressing me down
When your soul is at peace with God, then your mind can be at peace with the world.
30 Paintings in 30 Days: Day 8
Practice in painting tulips sketch-style, plus a poem
We All Are Leaves
We all are leaves.
We bud, shiny and green, wrinkly and curled up.
We stretch out and face the sun for a day or so....