Joshua Ryngksai Poet Free verse

Till, Sow, Water, Reap

And we keep on falling into tomorrows, 
A spinning particle with a soul, 
In harmony with the spheres, 
Sure as clockwork, 
Till that final moment, 
We meet dust, 
We become wind, 
And then we are for a while - 
a phrase, a song, a scent. 
Falling then,  into yesterdays, 
Each descending further - 
Soundless, breathless, lifeless. 
Why then should we be, as if
 'forever' is the blood in our veins?
Have we not heard the phrase - 
'life and death'?
Till the soil farmer, till!
As you live -  
sow, water and reap.
For only then ... 
the swan song can be of 
a 'life full of years!' …
That dirge laments not...
For the epitaph sings of victories

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Beata Agustin September 21, 2024 at 5:40 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Joshua Ryngksai October 13, 2025 at 11:15 PM Thank you, Beata, for your kind words and blessing. John 3:16 is a powerful reminder of the love that anchors our hope. I’m grateful the poem spoke to you. May we continue to sow truth and reap grace in the light of His promise. Be blessed and encouraged always. Joshua Ryngksai November 28, 2024 at 4:39 AM Sorry beata, i logged in today after a long time, thank you for sharing God's word to me.