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.
