11-16-2017, 02:58 AM
Oh, to be a bird and fly!
freedom,
soaring above mortal toil
fleeing in altitudes-
the gravity of the mundane
escaping the grinding down
of a measured life
what chance of flight now
thirty five summers
then consumed of dust
Psalm 39:4
LORD, make me to know mine end,
and the measure of my days,
what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
freedom,
soaring above mortal toil
fleeing in altitudes-
the gravity of the mundane
escaping the grinding down
of a measured life
what chance of flight now
thirty five summers
then consumed of dust
Psalm 39:4
LORD, make me to know mine end,
and the measure of my days,
what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
Someday the Mystery will be known 