There is so much we take for granted
Each and every day:
The privileges and abundant blessings
That attend us on our way.
In our quest for satisfaction
They are obscured in our avarice,
And when they temporarily disappear
Then we yearn for what we miss.
I will start with the most basic one:
The air we breathe every moment,
How we squirm and fret and complain
At the slightest irritant.
Some indiscreet uncaring neighbour
Indulges in his favorite pastime:
The incineration of several materials
Causing discomforts of varying kinds.
Breathing is noticeably compromised
Allergies begin to flare,
There is a feeling of great annoyance
And general wellbeing disappears.
The next I must mention is life
We behave as though it’s in our control,
We know the extent of life we have
And that we will definitely grow old.
So we plan and we organize
Like we have tomorrow put down
And we treat some people indifferently
For after all, they are our clowns.
We use them and abuse them
We treat them with great contempt,
So that while our life we take for granted
Theirs we disrespectfully resent.
And only when we are laid up
We reluctantly come to the realization
That life is not without its limits
As was our irrefutable summation.
From air to life to time
Seems like the natural order to me,
For while there is no life without air
Without life, time is no reality.
Life and time is synonymous
They can never be torn asunder,
The extent of either we do not know
This is a fact we should ponder.
Of equal and of critical importance
Is the purpose for all three,
They should never be taken for granted
Hence, we must act responsibly.
We must protect our environment
And do nothing to impair its air,
For to do otherwise is to thwart life and time,
That should be explicitly clear.
Earth’s sojourn has a purpose
Life and time is its treasure,
God works in us who He has given life
To will and do of His good pleasure.
Stewart Russell ©October 2019
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