Wednesday, September 20, 2023



He, who knows no beginning or ending

numbered my days

before I lived even one.

They came to me,

a precious gift,

with the admonition

to use them wisely.

It seemed an endless chain

when first the gift was given,

but the links slipped through my fingers

with alarming speed

when once I paused to see.

Now, with lengths of chain

gathered at my feet,

I hold the remaining links

in tender grasp -

treasuring each one

as it falls to join the others.

It has grown far too quickly,

this mass of linked days,

I pray for wisdom to use

those that remain wisely.

Ever thankful that one day

it will truly be an endless chain.

In this season of my life, I count each day as grace and try to cherish every moment. The older I get, the more precious they become.