Sing to me, sweet Siren,
And call me to the Deep.
Grant rest to these weary eyes
With that eternal Sleep.
Wash me in thy melody,
That in a stupor I
May follow thy most gentle tones
Into the by-and-by.
The Path goes on it’s merry way;
No stopping, speeding, or delay.
How much travel have we missed
Caught in Sleep’s seductive fist?
‘Tis not the sleep we need for rest
In order that we do our best,
But that which keeps us from the Light;
That Sleep which robs one’s mind of sight.
We tend to walk distractedly,
Not looking up that we might see
How quickly life is passing by,
Our time a breath, a gasp, a sigh.
It’s time now that we fin’lly wake
And give our drooping head a shake.
Ignore the Circus, loud and bright
Let’s focus now with all our might!
There’s much to see, yes, much to learn
With every dip and every turn;
Twixt this Earth and the Sky above,
So many Ones for us to love.
Keep walking, turning, soak it in!
Now is the time. Awake! Begin!
Our short and mortal life
Is full of joy and full of strife.
Both the evil and the good
Make sense when it is understood
That we as creatures do not last
And time is winding down so fast.
We’d rather lash out at the skies
Than face the fact of our demise.
We’d rather blame the God of grace
Than recognize our earthly place.
But if we can accept that we
Are here just temporarily,
Death becomes less of a shock
And we can finally take stock.
We’ll see that every breath’s a gift,
Which should our saddened spirits lift.
For when you know that you will end,
You’re free to finally suspend
The need to have explained to you
Why things go down the way they do.
I am but a passing shade;
Here today, but soon to fade.
Yet this is not a cause for grief,
For though our stay here might be brief,
Each one of us now has the chance
To make a move in life’s grand dance.
Don’t wait another beat to say
Important things along the way.
Don’t stall in being kind or true,
And don’t stop cultivating “you.”
Be quick with generosity,
Respecting everyone you see.
Share and give and love and smile.
We’re only here a little while.
To that which in us yearns
For us to come alive,
To flow and love and thrive.
We all go back one day
And return some other way.
So fear not death’s embrace,
Present a smiling face,
Let’s live our days
With gentle ways
Clinging to the Way of grace.
Try to realize
We’re all just moments in time.
Relish the feeling.
— Matthew 24:1-2, NRSV
We as humans fight a lot. Love, hate, war, greed, fear, politics, and difference are all instances that tend to bring out our worst. The saddest part is that all the things we usually fight over are only temporary realities. In fact, the same could be said of you and I.
We are temporary.
The Psalmist writes in Psalm 39, “; ” He had an excellent point. The life you and I have at this very moment is fleeting. It is short. It will not last forever.
The nations, symbols, practices, and issues we bicker over incessantly are also just temporary. There will be a day when the United States no longer exists. There will be a day when you and I, as we are, will no longer be present on this planet. Our breath will depart, our bodies will stop, and as Jesus says, “All will be thrown down.”
So what do we do with that info? Should we keep selfishly fighting, hoarding our resources, and sacrificing ourselves and each other for what is, at best, temporary? I don’t think so.
Instead, what if we took a page from Jesus’ book and lived with an eternal mindset? We may be temporary, but the deeds of love and mercy we decide to enact (or not) will ripple out from our lives for much longer than we could ever hope to last. We will leave an impression on this earth for generations to come, and it is an impression for which God will hold us accountable.
My suggestion is that we take a step back from whatever war we are currently being told we need to wage. Let’s look at our lives in terms of how we have loved and shown compassion. Have we shown the grace of God to our enemies, or have we just bickered with them? Have we been generous to those in need, or have we just talked and fought about them?
I feel it would benefit us to remember that our days are but a breath, and the Christ-like impressions we leave matter more than being right in a conflict that won’t matter one hundred years from now. The measure of our days is short. We only have but a few in the grand landscape of eternity. How shall we now spend them?
Peace be with you!