The Mausoleum

 This Blog is AI free

"For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away."

(James 4:14 KJV)

Seek Eternal

(by R.P.Edwards)

In the dustbin

Ancient tells

Words of wooing 

Self to sell

Music, readings, fading path

Where one might weep

Or one might laugh...

One might charitably say (and possibly even believe) that a sloppy work area is a sign of "artsy creativity." Yes, a maestro's mess could be interpreted as outward evidence that priorities are soulish and cerebral, rather than superficial and material. Or it could mean...he's just lazy.

Anyway, the other day I was in my cluttered basement cubby and I glanced at the floor to my right and saw it; the old cassette languishing midst the debris. From there I gazed in a panoramic swath and saw other evidences of quite a few once important instruments that now are just mile markers in my zigzaggy life's journey: the floppy disc, the four-track cassette recording studio and dual player, the word processor and perhaps my favorite; the old Windows 95 laptop with the academic cap atop (Fresno State 1988). All of these were important in their time (well, maybe not the degree), but they ALL have been replaced and nearly forgotten. 

So, let us pause to remember that this life (earthside) is, at its longest, short. Yes, entertain and invest in its qualities and quirks (I'm fond of alliteration) but be wise to place your anchor in the eternal unchanging realm. 

The poem continues...

...Yes, life's a vapor

And things as much

Importance withers

With tired's touch

So, seek eternal

Unchanging true

Where Jesus reigns 

And all is new

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Here's a song from my Youtube channel (link below) that centers on the blog's theme. It was created using some of the old technology mentioned above.

Some links you might like:

Got Jesus?  

A talented nephew's first novel  

A novel by yours truly 

My rather conservative youtube channel

 

  

 

The passing

 

You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.

(James 4:14)

For the Grieving

(by R.P.Edwads)

Here

Then gone

And tears for known

A life entwined

But now alone

And grief our portion

It fills "your" time

A violent void

In heart and mind...

It's called a "viewing" or "visitation." A gathering of those who knew the deceased in some form or fashion and want to offer a bit of comfort to the immediate family. It's a way of dealing with the unpleasantness of death. A needful punctuation I think.

When I began this blog a short time ago I had gone to a "visitation." I had known the deceased from years before and there was a connection there; albeit decades had passed. I went through the line; viewed some memorabilia and gave a hug and some inadequate words to family.

Well, since "that" visitation a more intimate loved one has died. This too will end in a much deserved ceremony of conclusion.

Here's the gist: this life, the one embodied in this squishy flesh, is a short one. BUT, I am convinced that there is a "life" within us that travels on. That "life's" preservation is assured when attached to the Creator who went to a cross. 

The poem continues:

...But don't weep for long

Let your tears be few

For your loved one lives

Where all things are new

And the arms that cradle

Your dear one there

They hold "you" now

And your burdens bear

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A couple songs are included (above and here). They have to do with grieving and the remedy.