The God Perspective

“You know,” he mused, “Some folks don’t believe there is a God. They get all tangled up with religion and theological arguments about who is right and who is wrong, and miss the bigger picture.”

Grandpa always did have a unique perspective on life. He was wise beyond his years, but only shared his wisdom if asked.

“Aren’t your afraid of catching Covid and dying,” I asked?

“You know son, there are a lot worse things in living than in dying. Death is knocking on all of our doors!”

“I believe there is a God who is the source of all life, and that my life will continue on long after this old pain-ridden body is gone.”

I thought about what he said, as he continued, ‘We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’.

“God’s Love is eternal!”


Painting By Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Kim is having us do Prosery. This is when we write a prose piece of flash fiction (144 words) that includes a random line form a poem she chooses for us. She gave us this line from the D. H. Lawerence poem, Hummingbird:We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’. I decided to write my piece as a conversation.

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The Making of Me

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Not sugar and spice;
Sometimes not even so nice;
Flesh and blood I am…
a body that will not last.
Just like the junk we buy…
I too am disposable.
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
has me covered from beginning to end.
Maybe the evolutionists got it wrong?
We all came from dust and ashes;
Water just facilitates our staying alive.
God must have had fun
making mud pies…
Ending up with me!
What we can’t explain
Is that elusive Spirit
living part time
in my dust and ashes;
Quietly slipping back to its origins
As this body reaches its end…
The image of God // the soul-spirit
lives on… returning to the
handler of dust and ashes


Photo taken at the Muttart Conservatory in Edmonton, Alberta Canada

Amaya, at d’Verse, talked about the different views of the origins of matter and of you and me. Essential elements and forms of matter have been recognized by different people, cultures and religions all the way through the centuries. People looked at the stars and developed astrological explanations of matter.  Instead of looking at the astrological aspects, I decided to go straight to the heart of matter… Me!

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After Time (a Quadrille)

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After Time

Everyone keeps time

Loses time

Takes time

Wants more time…


No one wants to talk

About what happens

after time.

Does time stop…


Eternity begin?

…Our last breath//

Bouncing our soul out gently

Does the screen go black…

Or just change format?


At d’Verse~Poetry Pub, today, De Jackson challenged us to write a quadrille (of exactly 44 words) using the word bounce. You might think of bounce as a game thing with children bouncing, or a puppy bouncing up and  down, or perhaps the bounce of the music beat.  This is a little different take on the word bounce, but you won’t forget it very quickly.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Grain of Sand


When I think of the vastness of the universe, I wonder at my own insignificance. We all ask the question, “Why am I here?” What Is my Purpose?” “Is there life after death?”  Unanswerable questions run through our mind as we live our life. As a person of faith, I believe God is the creator who gives me purpose and a reason to live and serve others. This poem looks at, not only our insignificance in the greater scheme of things. but  at the purpose for which we were created and exist.

Grain of Sand

Am I just a grain of sand

On the beach of the cosmos

Glinting now and then in the sunlight

As the waters of life wash over me

Am I just a grain of sand

Cemented together by heat and pressure

Metamorphic marble creating the beauty

Contrasting with all others around me

Am I just a grain of sand

Covering surrounding and preserving

Things to be uncovered in eons to come

Sedimentary fossils of the past perfectly saved

Am I just a grain of sand

Identity lost along with others

Melted and spewed out by volcanic forces

Life so intense all individuality gone

Ending in translucent crystal of beauty

Am I just a grain of sand

Crushed and pulverized in the milieu

Gathered wet and smooth on the potter’s wheel

Molded and shaped into a whole

Much greater than myself

Only to be fired transformed hardened

Into a useful creation

Made for a purpose

Defined and fixed

By the Potter’s hand

Only to be broken in time

And returned to dust

While my spirit

Lives on into eternity


Photo: Dwight L. Roth



Buying time will be the most valuable commodity of the next generation . With hectic work schedules, activities, children, family, and friends our time is all accounted for. Any time we can buy some time for ourselves, we will spend the extra money. We have pizza delivery, pharmacy delivery, dry cleaning delivery, fast food, and on-line shopping. Our local grocery store now has curb service and food cooked for dinner! We fill our lives with so much that there is no time left just for me. Wouldn’t it be nice if we did not have to think about or worry about time? Here is a fantasy poem dreaming about what that might be like.


Imagine there’s no such thing as time

No clocks to tick not alarms to chime

How different life would be

Age lost in a theory of relativity

Simply living till we die

No numbers to stress us out

No big three-o or the big 4-o

Never late never on time just hi and bye

What a laid back world that would be

One less stress for the OCD’s

Timeless living takes all as it comes

No looking forward no looking back

Sounds almost like eternity