This is a question we must ponder
As we walk this passage of time,
When we plan our lifelong ambitions
It should be optimal on our mind.
For your life is but only a vapour
That perishes with the rising sun
And relative to the passage of time,
In a moment, it is done.
Tomorrow you will do so and so
Like it is the inevitable plan
Not recognizing as you really should
The frailty that is man.
And so, James poses this question
In the book that carries his name,
What is your life, he asks of his audience
Back then and to us again and again.
It is a flower of the grass, he posits,
That arises in all of its beauty
But is scorched by the heat of the sun
As it proceeds on its tour of duty.
For the sun rises every day
And this is the constant that has been
But not so every human being
As every one of us has seen.
The fleeting nature of a vapour
Speaks to the frailty of man
And the short-lived beauty of the flower
Contextualizes his plans.
It is even a vapour, James exclaims
Notice he did not say like,
A word to the academic and erudite
That think they are ever so bright.
It is even a flower of the grass
Mindless of its stunning beauty
A word of admonishment to the vain
And also to the haughty.
Your life is a vapour and a flower
And soon it quickly fades away
But there is more to life than meets the eye
And this should help to make your day.
It is a gift from the Source of life
That is none other than Almighty God
And all who have a different view
Walk hand in hand with the fraud.
For Satan would have you to believe
What the Bible calls the lie
When he himself does not believe it
But after all, he is Mr. Sly.
So teach us to number our days
The psalmist would have us understand
And to apply our hearts to wisdom
Would be the number one plan.
Be like a vapour that succours a plant
Though short be its stay
And a flower that shares its beauty
To light up another’s day.
Stewart Russell © December 22, 2020
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