Saturday, June 12, 2010
No matter how lofty the man,
No matter how fine the event,
A king can be shrunk to a span--
In moments his life is all spent.
No more does his word induce fears.
His power has passed with his days.
Outlasted by mere souvenirs,
Bright-colored while he fades to grays.
You return man to dust and say, "Return, O children of man!"
For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past, or as a watch in the night.
You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning...
--Psalm 90:3-5, ESV
My thanks to Magpie Tales for the image and for the idea of writing about a coronation souvenir. For other people's writings on the same topic, follow the link.