Wednesday December 7 2016  WHAT IS YOUR WORTH?

 

WHAT IS YOUR WORTH?

Kathleen Martens

December 7, 2016

http://www.visionsofpoetry.com

 

Do you ever question

What your life means?

Do you wonder what it’s worth?

If it were redeemed?

 

Is there any value

In all that you do?

Have you found an admirable cause

Within scope and view?

 

How would you even know

If worthy are your plans?

As you walk among millions,

What does your life demand?

 

Is there even a reason

You were placed upon this earth?

Do you hold yourself sacred

When morality is so dearth?

 

Not until you understand

That another suffered unto death

To offer you a valuable future,

Even past your final breath.

 

That what we do is pittance

As our life is consumed

By all the unnecessary

That takes us to our doom,

 

Until we finally realize

We must lay our life down,

Only when it is surrendered

Is our true worth found.

 

The answer is found in a book

Written over years of time,

Giving man the knowledge

To grasp our one life-line.

 

And it began in a stable

On the first Christmas day.

Only through that infant

Was our hope and future paved.

 

The solid hope of salvation

Through a man laid on a cross,

And he hung and died for us

That our lives would not be lost.

 

And only when we receive

The message that is so true

Do we understand our value

And that our life has meaning too.

 

For we are but dust

And our bodies will someday die.

But our spirit will live eternal

And it’s to heaven I want to fly.

 

So by understanding

That being on earth is to prepare

For what lies in our future

We must live our time with care.

 

And what we decide today

Decides upon where we will go.

I choose to go to heaven

Because I do not choose below.

 

So take note on the eves

Of this season’s celebration of birth,

It is because of this sacred event

That gives our life priceless worth.

 

I was listening to a talk news commentator this morning (which I cannot remember who) and he shared the following words that a friend spoke to him.  These words resonated with me so I copied them down and then ended up using them as the basis for this poem.  One little quote, a new idea, and a new Christmas poem was born.  I wish I knew the friend’s name.  It was quite a thoughtful and interesting observation to put into words.

 

“This life will never mean anything

Until you realize it means nothing

And once you realize it means nothing

It will mean everything.”

 

I am enjoying my “time off” but I am just as busy as ever.  But it does mean I have more time to be busy doing other things than writing.  It is a much needed break.