Tied at the Hip

   Sometimes the days fall like rain and soak me to the bone. And then there are the times you look forward to, and would prefer a beautiful sky. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  It is a part of the ebb and flow. A high banked river brings forth water in a rush. 

  Why all the ruckus? You've succumbed now, you are engrossed in the story. The soured wine touched His lips and he winced; Still grateful for the blush of dampness. Time is always relevant, as it goes along with us like a shadow everyday. Time is relevant, it has to be. because time is a product of the moment, Life is filled with moments, each unique to itself. Moments tend to over lap at times, and a collection of moments can collide and cause a blockage to your journey.

  Though it's true that your life is made up of many moments, each quick like a snapshot, all stored for memories call.  You see, in short what it is, is that, moments and time are tied at the hip. That is of course,  until the moment of our passing. Then it is one of two things you will choose between. Whether to be happy as dirt, and just to return there? Dead, forever! The body rots and dies, but The Spirit of Life goes on forever. 

  It is ourselves that do the choosing. Most, if not all of us, given the choice, would choose a longer run at it, as it, life that is. For it, (life), was never intended to be this short. Infinity's view point, is that life is eternal, and that now, we really are like dust on the wind.  From dust He made us, and from dust we will return, thats a guarantee. But as to where our personal life goes after we take our last breath? That is the question that you might want to seriously ask yourself.  Follow your broken body into the dirt, or choose life?