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  • Aging Reflection

    Eighty years is not so long.
    Eighty times around the sun is but a single note
    In the great and simple Song.

    Sometimes I’ve sung it tender.
    Sometimes it comes out strong.
    Even when I falter or it seems I sing it wrong,
    The Song itself enfolds me and carries me along.
    Eighty years is but a note in the great and simple Song.

    How many rainstorms? How many gardens?
    How many meals prepared at the ends of how many days?
    How many sorrows? How many pardons?
    How many pleasures to feel and to share in how many ways?
    How many gatherings under how many skies?
    How many welcomes among the goodbyes?
    And most especially: How many pies?

    No number can measure the fullness
    Or tally why and how.
    There is no total from the past or future
    That can equal the treasure of Now.

    And still, when I fall silent, thinking surely it is done,
    Silence itself reminds me that the Song and It are one,
    And draws my failing eyes to look upon this Earth of water, fire and wood;
    To see and hear more clearly
    And behold again:
    It is good.
    It is good.
    It is good.

    Eighty years is not so long.
    Eighty times around the sun is but a single note
    In the great and simple Song;
    In the ever circling, ever spinning,
    Ever yearning, ever listening,
    All embracing,
    Pass the pastry
    Universal Sing-along.
    Eighty years is but a note
    In the great and simple Song.

  • #2
    I agree, my friend! You inspire me!

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