My Days Are Numbered

I wish to feel the cooling sigh
of your breath against my neck,
the gentle echo of a new endeavor
singing hums of what is to come.
Will you be here in the morning
holding me close before I have
to journey out again?
Shall you vanish like the mist
which settles on the mirror after a shower?

Today is filled with the future that is still uncertain,
and timed for the true moment of release.
Is it not the way a day unfolds?
Uncertain moments,
wrapped within seconds on the clock.
I will not see what life has been set before me,
He has not made it so,
for me to see the path.

It may be filled with dangers and traps,
or glorious memories that can make even the
strongest man weep in praise,
but alas,
it is not for me to know
what days have been laid before me.
My creator is certain of what life He has for me,
and thus I am content,
content in my numbered days,
content in my life as a vapor in the wind;
oh, I am content in what is before me--
Even when my contentment has no certainty.