Living the Aging Life

Tomorrow is another day.

We lay our heads to rest.

And know that in so many ways

our lives have been full blessed.

There’s not much more I have to say,

and, so, I am confessing…

that you mean all the world to me.

I’m sending you my blessing.

My candle burns for the troubled heart

and offers up its calm.

A beacon shines in the dark ahead

to seek soul-healing balm.

My candle’s flame’s a steady light that

will  show a path for you,

and stands beside each step you take

so your way is clear and true.

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Two candles burn.

They lift their heads

up to the dawning light.

They stand erect,

 on guard, to show

this day will be all right.

Here’s a lullaby for a troubled heart.

May it comfort you and hold you.

May it cradle you in its warm embrace

and its loving peace enfold you.

The forecast for today is rain.

An “atmospheric river.”

The rain comes drenching from the sky.

Below, we slosh and shiver.

You can’t repay an angel

for the goodness of her heart.

Somehow a simple thank-you

seems a decent place to start.

May good surround you

and uphold you.

May your heart be blessed.

May your life be bathed in sunshine.

May you find happiness.

Love’s a funny, fragile thing.

It hurts, yet makes our hearts to sing.

It gives us hope to face our day

and strengthen us along the way.

The sun lifts o’er the Cascade peaks

to smile on the world below.

Rivers, forests, fields and cities

wake up in a golden glow.