When future morphs into past.
It's only a blink of the eye
Determines how each is cast.
The past charts the future
The future is past to be.
Reality is but a shadow
Formed by divine alchemy.
The last breath taken in
becomes the past so soon.
The next one is the future
Time between is the bloom.
Seize the moment without delay
There is so little time to control
How soon it passes, then the end
Determining destiny of the soul.
Poetry by Betty Lewis
2 Tim 1:12-14 "For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day. Hold fast the form of sound words, which thou hast heard of me, in faith and love which is in Christ Jesus. That good thing which was committed unto thee keep by the Holy Ghost which dwelleth in us." KJV
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