All flesh is grass.
And its glory like the wild flower’s.
We all will pass.
At the end of our hours.

Reading the obituary of conjoined twins
Full of life , never complaining.
Lives for less losses more wins.
Yet our minds never stop complaining.

Stop a moment.
Think of others’ trials
Try to be content.
With our own life’s files.

Quieten the mind’s questioning
Accepting rather than fearing.

……..

All our flesh is grass
Our glory like wild flowers
Here now then passing

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See 1 Peter 1 : 18-25