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.
Aren't you grateful for God's mercy!
The beginning of a new year is a good time to search your heart.
dry and withered, to the ground....
And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power...
To remind me that time is short
When cares are pressing me down
When your soul is at peace with God, then your mind can be at peace with the world.
Practice in painting tulips sketch-style, plus a poem
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....