The Threads of Eternity #1931

The Threads of Eternity Timely fashions fade like mists over dawn's early light, Realities we chase, mere shadows under moonlit night. Persistent illusions, a tapestry woven tight, Yet in the fabric of change, no soul takes flight. Our actions, our heritage, our enduring trace, In the cosmic dance, they find their rightful place. We own our deeds, their shadows we must face, For consequences bloom, not one can erase. Beloved, heed the whisper of divine decree, Where a day unfolds like millennia, endlessly. A thousand years, in His gaze, a fleeting spree, Time's river flows, bound by His eternity. Walk in rhythm with the Spirit, oh so profound, Where fruits of love, joy, and peace abound. Against such things, there is no lawful bound, In every step with God, His virtues are found. Awaken, O sleeper, rise from death's cold bed, Shake off the night, by the Spirit be led. Bear fruits that match the repentance you've pled, In fertile soil of faith, let your roots spread. For every moment is a chance to sow anew, In the garden of life, where His grace is true. With each act of love, our spirits renew, Walking in step with God, His kingdom in view. -Steven G. Lee (June 24, 2024)