Constants

Drifting in thought

Sun, moon and stars look down on earth,

these are the constants since our birth,

along with ocean's ebb and flow.

The biting cold brings bridal snow

which melts when warmer days appear.

And spring brings bluebells out to thrill,

red tulips and gold daffodils,

though these in time will fade and die.

Black storm clouds chase across the sky,

great chariots at breakneck speed.

Take heed that those you love the most

are fragile in the span of time.

On planet blue, our days are brief,

too soon, too soon comes onset grief

as each heart's clock will pause and stop.

How many years will we have here?

In truth our future can't be seen.

Some charmed, will age like fine red wine,

while some will hardly get the chance

to put their small feet on the floor,

before they exit out the door.

Our mark when we depart this sphere?

When we have reached our setting sun,

when we're about to cross the bar,

how will our Maker measure us?

Will he count our kindest deeds,

like cookies in a clear glass jar?

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This poem is meaningful and very deep, with many notions about our life span a when our time is up; do we pass this earth gracefully or with a bang?what will become of our legacy when we do pass on? Who is to judge us? We have no idea of out fate, but we know that all of will pass on….sometimes too soon…we know nothing of the span of our lives….very well crafted Chris
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you enjoyed the read my friend. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Betty. Have a great day. read morePleased you enjoyed the read my friend. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Betty. Have a great day.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I will!!! Have a great Coronation Day!!! exciting for Brits!
Best to you,
B>

[Chris Shaw]

Such a historical day. Much colour and pageantry. A treat to watch history in the making :)

[barleygirl]

Your poem is jam-packed with a trillion delicious ideas & vivid images. Despite the underlying current of “constants” there’s also a bubbling-over of so many ephemeral delights. When one reaches the final two questioning stanzas, it starts to feel like a person looking back over his/her life, at both the constants & the things that never last long enuf. Tiny glimpses of regret creep in, but are kept at bay with the rallying cry of hopeful salvation. I see our end differently, tho. I believe our evaluations are ongoing thru-out life, not something we face only at the end. Still, I appreciate this is how many see it & your words will bring comfort in familiarity (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Margie. Written while in a sombre mood after hearing news about the rapid decline in a friend's health. Always appreciate your view point.

fondest

Chris

[Mrudula Rani]

Wondering about length of a life time, purpose of life, and dealing with the loss of life are a constant for all of us and you put those thought in perfect form in your poem. The philosophical attitude in your writing is universal! Your poem is wonderful.

[Chris Shaw]

I am truly grateful for your very kind words Mrudula Rani. I appreciate the time taken to read my work.

Chris

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts.

[Chris Shaw]

It is my pleasure to do so.

[Jas]

I enjoyed this, it brings a lighter tone to a conversation about life and death.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jas. I am new here as well. Will look out for your work.

Chris

[Jas]

Thanks man much appreciated. Let me know what you think of my work

[sette]

this is an amazing write i always felt the need to have answers to some queries about life that is perhaps the reason why i turn to philosophy for answers

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you sette. So pleased you enjoyed my poem. have a lovely day.

Chris

[sette]

thank you for that my friend

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed reading this and particularly the question of how our Maker will measure us. My own personal belief is that love has one great measurement by which it can be determined and that measurement is called "sacrifice". I think it is what Jesus meant when He said, There is no greater love than a person who lays down his life for another. But there are all sorts of ways of "laying down our lives". Every time we put aside our own needs and desires for the well-being or edification of another we are sacrificing a bit of ourselves. The sacrifice of time is a sacrifice of life because life is nothing if not time and there is only so much allotted to each of us. The greatest love then, would be measured by the greatest sacrifice. And that, I believe, is the whole point of the cross..."For God so LOVED the world..." An enjoyable read. Bless.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Fabian for reading my drifting thoughts poem. Yes there is no greater sacrifice than laying your life down for another. I look around me and there are people out there doing exactly that. Putting others before themselves. That is loving your neighbour. Pleased you enjoyed the read and thank you for checking in.

Chris

[Wild Rose]

I like it
So true
Hope does count our good deeds when it comes to it

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Wild Rose. It would be good to really believe that your good deeds would be taken notice of. Have a lovely day.