What is the measure of our days?  If you today, this very day, were to find yourself passing away from this life, what would you say about it?  How would you assess how you had lived?
     Though each of us could propose multiple answers to this question, we all would agree that the one constant in all of them is that to be born is to, one day, die.  Regardless of how healthy or long-lived we may be, there will come a time when we, like all other human beings, will no longer be here.  And then what will our life be?
     The psalms of the Hebrew Bible speak often of this dilemma, this vexing and, for some, crushing truth about sentient existence.  It is not forever.  So, the writers frequently ask, how do I measure my days, God?  How do I understand why I have been here?  How do I fathom what will one day cease to be?
     Unfortunately, as the writers all realize, we cannot, fully.  We may look back at what we have done or who we have known, but in the end we will never be able to fully assess the measure of our lives.  We will be gone.
     In this, the psalms say, is wisdom.  In this, the writers assert, is to really live.  To live is to grasp that regardless of who we may be, when all is said and done, it is God, and God alone who will be able to frame and explain our lives as they really were lived.  Wisdom is to understand that existence is ultimately in the hands of God.
     We are not alone.  Nor would we wish to be.  How else will we know why we were ever here?