in slow motion
so their beauty slides off gently
we do not see a moment of passing.
our youth slips away in increments
that youth still flickers
like a candle flame on the living room wall.
and then one day
with some sadness
we realize we have crossed
a certain threshold
and shall not have opportunity to reenact
the same events.
From one view we diminish
but in another
we embody an album of rich memories.
We have been formed into something more valuable
than all our doing and imagining.
I wonder what Jesus would have thought
if he looked back on his own experience?
Would he have paused at the suffering of the cross?
Or would he have settled for the gain?
As I reflect over the years, I see some frayed threads
in my tapestry. Perhaps even some places where the
needle needed to be re-threaded.. But I do sense a common thread;
a strand of longing, a filament of gold that occasionally surfaces
along my way. Jesus is persistently at work in both my knowing