“Yes, I can understand that a man might go to gambling table – when he sees that all that lies between himself and death is his last crown”
Honoré de Balzac
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
(an unmarked ancient grave in the cemetery of St. Kevin’s Monastery Glendalough, County Wicklow, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
Words were once uttered.
Promises were clearly made
Covenants and tenants were freely given.
A roadmap, if you will, to living within the realm of balance.
Dos and Don’ts
Cans and can’ts
Yes and no
The wisdom of one Wiser than yourself issued a decree.
Ancient words now reduced to dust
Mumbo jumbo and poppycock
You deem its relevance unnecessary
Was it real or imagined
Made up, fabricated, perpetuated
Promises given or just a pack of silly lies?
Yet in the back of your mind, you’re always left wondering…
There are days you consider the possibilities
You live your life as though He never was.
His words, if they were His words, mean nothing to you.
You scoff, you ridicule, you curse His very existence.
Yet the words dog you, nagging and nipping at your heels.
Why curse that which you deem non-existent?
Why do you let it bother you, allowing it under your skin,
if it’s nothing but a tale?
You roll the dice each morning when you wake.
You’ve perfected a poker face…all the while hiding behind the emptiness
You live your life as if the odds are stacked forever in your favor…
yet you can’t help but wonder…
Take the risk or play it safe, throwing caution to the wind…
Or do you simply turn around, walking away forever…
A friendly little wager of “what if”…
…or is it really something much more costly…
Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.
Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.