Sunday, November 06, 2011
Moss and lichen slowly mar
Monuments we’d made to last.
We can liken every scar
To our lives, so quickly past.
Deep beneath are mold and dust,
Bones that know no movement now.
I am growing old, but trust
God will raise me up somehow.
Jesus pioneered the way--
Rose in victory and lives!
He will come again some day,
And I'll share the life he gives.
So is it with the resurrection of the dead.
What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable.
--1 Corinthians 15:42 ESV
My thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the image. For other people's thoughts prompted by the same image, follow the link.
See also Sir Walter Raleigh's Epitaph, from which I borrowed a rhyme.