Days like grass

After Psalm 103 

Our days are like grass,

short, sometimes spectacular,

sometimes not, but no matter

as all grass withers.

 

We are a flower in the field,

Exquisite, beautifully wrought,

springing from a small seed

bursting alive, then decline.

 

What we have,

before grass withers,

before flower fades,

is only this:

the steadfast love of the Lord.

 

Photograph by Francesco Ungaro via Unsplash. Used with permission.