The Fleeting Year
Well we are all now very much post-Christmas, and firmly into 2018.
It's funny how the years seem to just keep coming round and round. No sooner Christmas is finished and we find Easter, then summer holidays, and before long we have Christmas again, and yet another new year. Time is indeed “fleeting”. I recently came across a poem written by Iris Hesselden.
The essence of this poem is to make sure in all of the rush of daily life, we don’t miss both the “beauty” and the “joy” of each day.
Isaiah 40 v 8: "The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever."
Cold January creeps along,
Dark February too,
Then March and April skipping by providing a brighter view,
May and June the beauty grows the time now moving on and suddenly the longest day has suddenly come and gone,
July and August touch the hills and colour plant and fern, whilst here and there we notice leaves beginning now to turn,
September and October make a magical display, the year is moving faster still whilst weeks all slip away,
And so the months keep passing by and so the time takes wing, don’t miss the beauty and the joy the fleeting year can bring.