- Mar 17, 2015
- 17,340
- 9,286
- Country
- United States
- Gender
- Male
- Faith
- Christian
- Marital Status
- Married
Days of flowers, full of sun...days that are kind...clouds drift and we sometimes pause on a perfect day, between 2 breaths, and sense something across years;
...we pause at some moment and it's summer 1989 or 1973 or 1961, and something is here, and time seems connected -- days pass like the sun through the sky but for this moment days are under eternity it seems
by the water as the days turn a reed is broken at the end of the summer
Tom Petty, 1989
We remember something timeless in moments, as days pass like mist under the sun, and youth passes
Remember also your creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return after the rain, in the day when the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look through the windows are dimmed, and the doors on the street are shut—when the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low—they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets—before the silver cord is snapped, and the golden bowl is broken; the pitcher is shattered at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it....
Ecclesiastes 12 ESV
...we pause at some moment and it's summer 1989 or 1973 or 1961, and something is here, and time seems connected -- days pass like the sun through the sky but for this moment days are under eternity it seems
by the water as the days turn a reed is broken at the end of the summer
We remember something timeless in moments, as days pass like mist under the sun, and youth passes
Remember also your creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return after the rain, in the day when the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look through the windows are dimmed, and the doors on the street are shut—when the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low—they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets—before the silver cord is snapped, and the golden bowl is broken; the pitcher is shattered at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it....
Ecclesiastes 12 ESV
