From a friend...On Aging
All we like sheep have gone astray, we’re told,
By self-deceit we’ve chosen our own way,
The price for such conceit that we must pay
Is dear, as youth defers to growing old.
Quietly it comes, a cruel thief, swift
Flowing current bearing former glories
Of body, mind, and soul away. Stories
Of coming bliss, cherished long, now bereft
Of hope. Where is the wisdom, gracious God,
In granting this foe such power to leave
Alive those who long ago stopped living?
Such wisdom confounds mere settlers of sod,
And yet by far more aweful to conceive –
Wisdom that in love keeps on forgiving.