“The Word”
A rainy night, yet people shopped the mall,
As expectations rose of starting day;
Quite different now – so many years away…
I looked around then fled the scene – appalled.“It’s over now” those words came to my mind;
They’ll persevere – no options for them still;
But it is gone – life lived against my will…
I shudder now at meaning of the grind.“It’s over now” – that’s also true for me,
A lucky sod, for age is on my side;
Unlike the young – beyond young groom and bride,
The youth still leave like me as mall I flee.Lord, same old song – “Are you still here, my friend?”
Why yes, of course I had not noticed time,
So focused I on answer I would find;
Response to You – to “Active will” I bend.But what of that? I was that way when young –
Then died my hair – age-attitude quite bad;
“I don’t need that!” I said; response I had
Bought me those years of questions, having fun.But now I sense it’s all caught up with me –
Should I project the views of former years
On younger folk still steeped in ageist fears?
Or write them off for views of life I see?It was a shock to view the drift from dock –
“Step to the plate, there’s inning still ahead;
Sixth floor of warehouse gives your view ’till dead –
E’en shift to fifth, your view still backs your talk”.Lord, thanks for this – “A pastor, I” said he;
And yes, he is – as he his final round
Plays out it’s time, the same to those around,
What I once saw as path laid out for me.But then, that “pause” so pregnant, impact tough,
And question asked, replied to You, “Why, yes!”
You buckled down, a grind it was, though best –
Now we are here, road smoothed which once was rough.Thanks for this, Lord, for wisdom of an age
Which once I was, passed through, up to this day;
I cannot see, not role laid out as way,
But You’ve made straight Your path on Scripture’s page.Thanks Lord for this.
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