Space and Time 1, acrylic on canvas, 57×70, one in a series of three I painted, now presented by Westervelt Fine Art in Mission Viejo, California.
Whether it fits as illustration for the brief dash of our lives, you decide.
I heard a talk where speaker Beth Moore instructed each in her audience to write the beginnings of their tombstone. First is our name, then our birth date, then a dash. That much we know. Someone else will supply the last date. Meantime, it’s the dash in the middle that makes all the difference.
Pretty brief . . . a dash between two dates.
In typography there’s an “en” dash and there’s an “em” dash, the latter being longer. Who knows which applies to our lives? Either way, it’s only a dash.
“Life is a vapor. It appears for a little while and then it vanishes.” That’s James 4:14, just one of the Bible’s 48 such reminders.
Or by The Rollings Stones:
Here comes just another day
That’s drifting away
Every time I draw a breath
It’s dying away
First the sun and then the moon
One of them will be around soon
It’s something to think about. It’s the dash between our dates where we’re doing what we’re doing.
Make it count today.
* Slipping Away by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards