Apr
24
king death’s king
Posted by Jon Trainer at 9:37 amFiled Under poetry, theology
Some say a dolt is one that does not know
The joy of life in time and space on earth,
And yet the man most ignorant below
Is dead, his keen mind buried under turf.
This universal fate befalling man,
Like snaring birds or netting fish with ease,
Compels mad souls to grasp just what they can;
To live, and yet they die by small degrees.
But there are ones while knowing fate is nigh,
Yet eat and drink and clothe themselves and love
Their work and mates without so much a sigh,
And take each breath as gift from Him above.
So live these days of mystery with joy
For God is King of death though it be coy.