Aging with Grace

How joyful to be living a priceless philosophy in one’s gilded years.

Yes…

There have been many slings and arrows to dodge

But also many unexpected gifts in this varied experience.

The mix of disappointment and joy

Makes arriving still in one peace

A surprising rewarding.

The streams of laughter,

The tears,

All make up the river flowing.

Days often stretch out,

Dreams chased and caught

By the canvas wide.

Life’s strokes of paint

Still drying,

Not yet ready for posterity.

A glance at the horizon

Is apt to reveal the unfurled wings of a bird.

Like a mirror of Nature,

One can feel the freedom

From chains of expectation,

As one soars high on the currents

Of self-knowing.

Along the way…

Companionship, that joint care of a garden in full bloom,

Its roots remaining deep and strong,

Even in but a memory,

Blossoming in a shared silence of distance.

Peace has become a tender whisper in one’s dreams,

The night-heart at rest,

The mind untroubled,

Respecting the reward of a life

Lived with honor and thankfulness.

A Journey is coming to its completion.

The golden time rendering a platinum closing

Where the soul finds the beginning of what might be ahead.

A place of warmth, visions illuminated with endless grace,

That place where every breath a song…

Even up to the last exhalation.