Measure

6.27.23

We acquire it without consent

Without understanding it’s gravity

What will you do with it

Your predetermined

Yet undisclosed allotment

No amount is ever satisfactory

We forfeit it without assent

It’s able to be spent

Sacrificed

Generously shared

Managed but not controlled

And is generally wasted

We request it to slow

We say it flies

We may wish it away

If you knew your measure

Would it matter?

Would it change how you use it

And how others view their own?

What will yours evoke?

Make it count

Fill it up

Make it beautiful

Your mist

Your vapor

None of us have enough

Of the priceless commodity

Time

James 4:14

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

Psalm 39:4-6

Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.

You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you.Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.

Surely everyone goes around like a mere phantom; in vain they rush about, heaping up wealth without knowing whose it will finally be.