Today is the tomorrow worried about yesterday. And even timing as it drags about lashing itself and as sand into and through glass finding and refining moments ticking down, turning life around. Waves wandering flustered about as even the wayward seem outcast and yet redeemed still by an ever-peaceful crushing into. All of life seeming solidified by our own discourse yet even an impasse strengthened as a blacksmith finds his own footing onto the molten. The fusion of life’s timing just as wonderful as with all of the world’s certain timely matter, festering up as a plume scattered but set for a course as a signal. The cliff holding no prisoners as the edge captivates those who dare venture and rise above…transforming the very nature and scope of life into a place once stricken, baron and jagged, into evergreen and majestic. All the way into a village of the homeward bound, it carries its’ quartz, grinds its gears, and fuels its fires—encrusting, encrypting, and instilling the very fabric of life out of the uninhabitable.
Even after, every day and one has had its’ last: the symmetry of the creation beckons and harkens back to its’ Creator…mesmerizing enough to paddle alongside of an ever sidewinding course that parallels into the eternal weaving majesty as an all-consuming illustration of pure love, might and power of the Alpha and the Omega…drifting about just as the molten sand it began; now calling out to remove the graphite laden paper some would have as a message in a bottle, a signal of smoke, or the very essence, as that of the vapor of man who takes his last.
Matthew 6:34 “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”
James 4:14 Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.