Life is But a Vapor
by J. Allen Wilson — Read all 1,629 poems by J. Allen Wilson
Allen wrote this in 2013 and it still applies today even more...Jan
The world is in turmoil, children are killing children. Nations are committing genocide. Small children are taken, lives are shaken and dreams of a future with darkness collide. This is from a dream that keeps coming to me, a dream that I pray God would take away from me.
Saturday, March 27, 2021
Life is But a Vapor
The soul is a breath of life given by God,
Whispers sleep soft like vapors in the cold night.
We cry, we blink and we see the dawning of light.
This is only the beginning of travail in our earthly plight.
I’ve seen the eyes of those who died,
I’ve seen the hopelessness of a homeless mans stare.
I’ve witnessed the misfortunes that have befallen mankind.
And I wonder in the silence of this cold night who may care.
Belief in eternity for so many bears no meaning.
Yet I say now unto the world that time draws nigh.
For God’s promise of gleaning has come to it’s time.
One only has to look and see the world that surrounds us all.
To the faint of heart, they I pray will hear His call.
For we are like unto a vapor,
A single, yet solitaire wisp of smoke.
We’re here today and gone tomorrow,
Yet the past, nor the present knows whence we shall go.
Beware all that shall hear this plea,
Look up, seek Him and ye shall be free.
For dreams assail me each and every single night.
I see brother against brother and the coming of the darkening plight.
My heart is burdened by those souls who shall refuse to see.
That our days are numbered like the grains of sand and our minds are born of lust.
So hearken now these my pitiful words and turn your heart over to Him, who you shall eternally trust.
For I see smoldering cities, I see anarchy claim the land.
Yet we could all be spared this, if we only took Jesus by the hand.
Death knows no love and weeping men sleep in silent graves.
Yet if we had harkened and followed Him, our eternal souls would have been saved.
So sleep tight this night,
Pray now that it shall be not be your last.
For the light burns low and the coming of the Son of Man,
We shall all soon know.
For as said before, we are like vapors in a silent wind.
We know no beginning and sadly we know our coming end.
Seek Him now for while you in life still have a chance.
Because today this, this night may be your last chance to dance.
*Repent; seek Him, for He gave His life for you, that you should be free!
J. Allen Wilson ©
3/23/2013
And, I am quite sure that by the end of 2021, life will return more to normal of petty despots with petty ideas and much greed, continually stirring up our world and leading in astray in the name of doing good.
Ron
Beautifully written, thank you for sharing J.