Living the Aging Life

We’ve made it to the shortest day.

The days are getting longer.

Oh, Joy!

Oh, Bliss!

How good is this?

Already I feel stronger!

Today I send you wishes

for a bright and happy day.

I hope that you’ll find laughter

and I hope your joy will stay.

A withered leaf clings way up high,

a dark, lorn blot against the sky.

It clutches to its twig, forlorn,

determined.  It will NOT blow on.

Today I Am.

And, once, I was.

Tomorrow’s yet to be.

I live.  I breathe.

I think. I feel.

There’s more than what you see.

My candle burns for all the world.

Its flame stands clear and true.

It burns for those I care about.

It ‘specially burns for you.

The moon lit up a golden path

across December’s sky,

lighting up the silent earth

as darkness swept on by.

Now Princess is a lonely cat.

She drifts from place to place.

Where once she saw another cat,

there’s now just empty space.

A single leaf

hangs on the tree.

It chose its final spot.

It won’t let go

and drop below–

clings tight with all it’s got!

There’s a bright-lit moon

in the Southern sky.

It’s not a “moon to remember”.

But, it does remind

that we still can find

some lovely night skies in December.

Let us be angels, one for another.

Let us be angels who share the

bittersweet moments that make up one’s life.

Let us be angels who care.

(acknowledging Henri Nouwen)