psalm 90. a mediation on it.

if a thousand years to You are like grass sprouting up then that counts for about 5 days, because I cut my grass about every five days and every week when i cut the grass, new grass just completely replaces the old and nothing really remains but that old lawnmower which has been owned by someone for decades. and decades pass, but yet this grass-cutting machine continues to guzzle unleaded fuel like i drink espresso and though its blades seem like somewhat of a safety hazard to me, the grass continues to need cutting. behold, the old is gone and the new has sprung forth. yes indeed, new life has sprung forth, the week's grass has sprung forth, a new generation of people in desperation has sprung forth and who will mow the grass this week?