What Matters Most
It’s clear what matters most
when time is running out
and death is drawing near;
the stuff that you possess
is sudden not so dear.
It’s clear what matters most
is how you use your words
for there are things to say;
withheld, foment remorse,
and you will rue the day.
It’s clear what matters most:
not time you spent at work,
nor dwelling on the past,
but rather that you cling
to promises that last.
It’s clear what matters most
as you anticipate
your Father and your God:
that you, in wonder, wait,
preparing to be awed.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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