Short are our years...

Альбина Кумирова
The day in its sunny chariot
flashed like a solar ray,
chasing the days myriad
in their great array.

Ah! How time is running!
Life is so quick!
Our long-term planning
is just a moment’s flick.

Happiness is curtailed.
Summer is a debtor of winter.
Finally breath is exhaled,-
who can this moment hinder?

If you’re a loser or a winner,
darkness is our prison.
Hopes are thinner and thinner,
if Jesus is not your reason.

Why are we still guessing,
when death shows its claw?
The life’s eternal blessings
are not for the likes of Esau.

Consuming pig’s pods of media,
days are flippantly spent,
but – short, long, or medium –
life has its certain end.

With dirt on the eyes’ cornea,
without fear of God,
seeking thrills of euphoria,
we ourselves defraud.

Hungry, souls are roaming,
falling and sliding down,
as if through a funnel going,
and in a vomit drown.

Short are our years,
short are our days…
Always, we are in arrears.
To Jesus we owe all praise.

To Jesus we owe repentance,
to Jesus we owe tears,
and Jesus is a quintessence
of conquering our fears.

Our own goodness man-made
is truly only scam.
Let everyone be afraid
to cause anyone harm.

Love, the eternal entity,
is for us sacrificed.
We have our true identity
simply by following Christ.

Why are we so stubborn?
Search for the Word – not words!
Our sins are covered.
Wiped all bad deeds’ records.

Life is in Christ sustained.
Why are we so dim?
Eternity is contained
in every moment with Him.

07-09.05.2019