Just some thoughts...

Every day, as I write Poetiquejustis, I pray it will be a blessing to someone.
Today, I hope it is you.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

All the music of your life

I hear the trumpets of the morning blowing
H W Longfellow

Play the day- no matter what you see coming your way
Play the day

Play it like you mean it

Put your soul in to it

Put your heart in to it

Breathe life in to it
No matter where you are or who the world tells you that you are

Play the day
For as long as you can
and that's poetiquejustis

 It will happen in a moment, in the blink of an eye, when the last trumpet is blown. For when the trumpet sounds, those who have died will be raised to live forever. And we who are living will also be transformed.
I Corinthians 15:52