“Young Forever? Forget It!”
I read a definition on the ESL-ish site,
Appalled I was – simplistic – true enough but not quite right;
It lacked all subtle nuance, connotation was stripped bare;
More like when back in high school – black and white informed me there.But life is not that simple, complications soon arose;
Then new associations, good and bad, augmented those
I learned back at the start, now after seven decades, heck!
Life interweaves like braided rope – I’m cautious lest I wreck –The tapestry of meaning which gives richness to my life –
When I read foreign languages I stay alert for light
It sheds upon my circumstance – dyslexic to the core,
Enriched I am by multi-views – and yet I know there’s more.Like Jacques and my a-rising layers of new perspective gained;
Of Kingdom-layer life on pinwheel’s center pin – no pain;
Of life for seven decades, four degrees, self-learning too;
Come on! Each word has richness, plus subconscious point of view.So maybe it takes longer learning language when we age,
Because so much is touched in me by insights now in play
Across my mental storehouse, stimulating early thought;
Then inter-weaving it with such fresh insight this has brought.I find I sense the spirit, mind, emotion of the one
Whose made translations, struggled to find words, and had such fun;
It’s like I’ve entered heaven here on earth as I read on;
Such blessings You are giving, Lord, before all light is gone.Lord, this is such a treasury – a storehouse from the past!
Who started each and every word? Who used some old word last?
It’s like the hands of all on earth have made this braiding rope
Which I now blend together, weaving fibers made of hope.No, hope is not the only part of life, life’s so much more;
But it’s the part which I add in, so blend is strengthened – for
Without Your hope, Lord, faith and love would not be quite the same;
This three-fold rope which You construct is braided in Your name.Thanks Lord for this.
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