I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Getting Older
“As you get older; you've probably noticed that you tend to
forget things. You'll be talking with somebody at a party, and you'll know that
you know this person, but no matter how hard you try, you can't remember his or
her name. This can be very embarrassing, especially if he or she turns out to
be your spouse.”
Dave Barry
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It’s a funny thing, aging
I mean really
What does it feel like to get “older”
There is a part of me that doesn’t know
That feels as young as I have every felt
But of course
There is the me that shows up in the mirror
Who is that old man?
With such white hair
Age spots
Wrinkles
A belly
And it is true
That this body cannot do what it used to do
And most mornings, it just hurts
I’m at the point where everything hurts, and what doesn’t
hurt
Doesn’t work
I still have energy
Until 2 pm
And I can still find enough energy, to do some tasks that
needed doing.
But I can’t remember jack
And there are hundreds if not thousands of people out there,
whose faces I recognize,
But whom I cannot give a name…
And so many names, that don’t have faces,
And I look back and know
I could not longer do what I once did
I could not build Wallowa Valley Center for Wellness, again
I will never be the dynamic pastor I was at Lake Grove
Things are now missing
It is not that I don’t have a sense of future
Its just that my future is…
Limited
And at times I look wistfully into the past
When so much more
Lay ahead
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