Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.
Life is so short. Time gone by so fast. We don’t even know when the time of life will suddenly stop. Our remaining time cannot be measured by amount of years we have been through.
Have we done the God’s will and living in His plans?
Have we done the best things for family and to those we love?
Are we ready if anytime God calls us “Come home”?
Even better we reform all of it now, before it’s too late.
It is a poem that could be a contemplation to us together. Happy reading…..
And the time is its ink
Could to write meaningful stories
Or just inscribe streaks without any word just to use up the ink
Life and time are like non refill pens
Use it wisely and carefully
Once inscribe the ink, will not be able to wipe it
If the ink runs out without leftover
It means our time of life was runs out too
Without the ink….there are no more stories
Then the chapter of life will forever closed
Later if our grandchild disclose it
What we want for them to read?
If Meaningful stories or just wordless scratch to use up the ink for nothing?
Write down your answer now!
By : Sella Irene – Beautiful Words (6 January 2015)
Photo by Sella Irene