Juxta-precision (or Dust-to-Dust-pendulum)

In one week three friends from my church familyhave bid their final, earthly farewell to a parent!While still in the stage of going to friend's parent's visitationit also serves as a solemn reality-check that our generation is surely, swiftly, subtly approaching the oldest-generation status; if God wills,(Three-score-year and ten or by reason of strength four score years)reminding us how fleet and short life is no matter how old we become! The older we become, don't we tend to wring from today all we canrather than looking back too long in longing, etc.or looking anxiously ahead to what may or may never be?Treasuring ever more dearly truths like these...?? And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things, at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. We are enjoying a stretch of sunny days,always treasured more after a stretch of unsunny ones! Dusk shots from the past few eves... both curtain close... and curtain rise have been stunning... Twilight’s taking charged with giving, as dawn defeats death with living... Swift each season rearranges common scenes with constant changesMoment-momentous pendulum measures morn-to-morn momentum Beauty’s buffet always laden, for today’s trek, always maidenTwilight’s taking charged with giving, as dawn defeats death with living Certain and Uncertain freshens curtain-rise-and-fall successionsReaching, the ladder to earning, Teaching, the scaffold to learning Greed, the gutter of temptation, Need, the flutter of salvationLove, awe’s open arms embracing Today, flushed with God’s kind gracing Time, a fluorescent wing beating a clime of farewell and greetingHope, faith’s undiminished flower In a yes-nope garden-bower ...where each season rearrangescommon scenes with constant changesWhere a moment-ous pendulum Measures dust-to-dust's momentum ...ere that last breath will deliverDeathless Soul back to the GiverAnd what remains is The Reck'ningFor what sustains today's beck'ning © Janet Martin