Wales’ Tales
Amazing how fast things can go “good to bad!”
From “things are so great” to “I’m feeling so sad.”
It takes just a moment, a twisting in time,
To make us aware of the loss of our rhyme.
We think things are working.
They seem so “all right.”
And suddenly daylight is turned into night.
It may be our health or the plans that we had,
Or a storm in a flash that can make things go bad.
A fall from a ladder, a slip on the ice,
A car crash, a pop quiz, the postman rings twice.
Events that occur in the passage of life,
When smooth seas of travel are turned into strife.
We just never know what the future may hold,
In just a few seconds we’re left in the cold.
But this is the truth of the pattern we live,
We’re not in control, for our bowl is a sieve.
We never maintain, never keep what we gain,
For when life’s at an end, not a thing will remain.
Not treasures, not money, nor possessions we love,
Not home, car or keepsake, nor coat, hat or glove.
Material wealth is a phantom at best,
We hold it and grasp it, yet it goes with the rest.
The things that are solid, that stay to the end,
Are the love of a family, the trust of a friend.
The caring we share when life is so hard,
The whisper, the handshake, the small get well card.
The memories made in a lifetime of joy,
The pictures, the laughter, the simplest toy.
For life gets it meaning when things we release,
and find that God grants us the blessings of …
Peace,
Alex
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