Of Mortal and Divine

When every blade-leaf-petal isdazzled with silver dropswe who behold would be amissnot to pause, and praise God The Hand of Time is, in essence the Hand of God!So in troubled times like these,we take heart for we are in Good Hands... The Hand of Time unfolds flowers... The lifespan of a flower is brief!(see the transformation of a week in the photos below) The Hand of God holds eternity!!It bids us consider well whose Handwe choose to trust! *** Eccles.12:6-7Remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed, Or the golden bowl is broken, Or the pitcher shattered at the fountain, Or the wheel broken at the well. Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, And the spirit will return to God who gave it. *** Outstretched, across the land and seaWithout form to defineThis indelible unityWhere mortal and divine ...cradles the earth and tips yon purseWith dawn’s momentous lureOnce more life's for better or worseRuns rife, to rich and poor To test the sacred symmetryThat binds body and soulAnd balances humanityAgainst the holy Whole Of love’s sovereign authorityAbove sky, sea, and sodMist mingles with eternityThe Hand of Time and God A flower cannot keep its primeAs dust's due decks the sodThe Soul slips through the hand of TimeInto the hand of God © Janet Martin Job 14:1-2 Man, who is born of woman,is short of days and full of trouble.Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away;like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.