We struggle all our life
With questions that need to be answered.
We are confronted with a multitude of strife
That only serves as further challenges to be mastered.
We think we know what we have to accomplish,
Only to realize that suffering has become our accomplice.
As a young man my life spread before me,
As I went about living to search for my identity.
In middle age, I came to maturity expecting fulfillment,
Only to realize that I still suffered a form of bewilderment.
In old age at long last I was blessed with a singular insight,
That turned all the colors of the spectrum into blinding light.
The sight cause a wave of unexpected enlightenment,
Confusion and anger now swept away in abandonment.
With this passing followed a feeling of great fortitude,
At first it felt remote and distant like an unfamiliar solitude.
Then came nearer as a vision, filled with a sense of pure love,
An emotion and strength I didn’t know I was capable of.
Questions that had been asked over the course of a lifetime,
Now gathered together into a final asking bordering on sublime.
One last secret with the capacity to turn into wonder
Revealing a knowledge who we really are and where we are headed.
Whose mystery in the tapestry of my life has been threaded,
One last question that once asked was graciously answered.
Your poem was hopeful to all who of us who are "of a certain age," and who are looking for aging's wisdom to unfold...so happy for you! Very inspiring!
Hey John, when and if you ever get all the answers, will you let me know what they are...I am so tired of searching & I "might" actually pay you for the answers...thanks, -e-
Odin fairly well summed it up. And I'm so glad that you have arrived at the answer to your life's struggle. My struggle is somewhat different, although leads to the same conclusion. Right now, at least for the time being, I've solved the financial problem, the medical problem, and most of all, the wage slave problem. Freeing me up for the most productive time of my life, given my waning energy. You seem to be there, too, and able to share with everyone a travelogue of your amazing journey.
Your personal journey, as outlined within this poem, is one that far too many never realize, as short-hand living has become the norm today, encouraging the average person to leap frog over difficulties through delusional belief in "we can have it all" "You can do anything you want" et al. The trouble is, most people don't allow the time, as you have, to allow one's own stew to simmer, absorb all the various influences that have been dropped in to merge and, as in your case, become what the recipe was destined to be. You are where you need to be. You're one of the lucky ones. I too feel fortunate.
I believe we never quit searching for the answers. I am seventy-six, and am pretty much contented, but I still question life in general and what happens after death . . .
He Keeps Me is a devotional journey of revelation and insight birthed out of prayer.Searching the Word of God revealed the many ways that He has kept me and continues to keep me. Each day is an opportunity to recognize that God is mindful of you, eve
Ron