Living the Aging Life

Honor is a simple word.

Yet, many know it not.

Others used to know it well.

Still others have forgot.

May these blessings cup and hold you

 every step along your way.

May they comfort and enfold you

as you make your way today.

I’m a very late bloomer,

but I want you to know

my hearts’s young and happy

and there’s still time to grow.

The day awakes. Another dawn.

The past might not have been.

Our eyes lift up.  A fresh new start.

We get to try again.

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.