Painful Grace

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Bones ache

Muscles burn

Feet feel each step, every inch

Joints creak like a rusty hinge

In spite of the fluid that settles around my knees

There is white in my beard now and it’s spreading

It must be heavier than the dark brown

My back hurts from the weight

I never imagined being sore from sleeping

But maybe that is what muscle memory is

And I just remembered the last fifty-three years at once

Perhaps I crossed some threshold, some boundary I did not see

And here gravity’s effects are weightier

Or perhaps it is proportional to the distance traveled

The journey from knowing it all to realizing that I did not even know that I did not know

It has been said that if one is going to be stupid they need to be tough

Young ignorance can absorb many blows without penalty

The price is paid later and funds the reining in of the ego

Unconscious pain of youth absorbed and later converted

The birth pains of wisdom require awareness of every move and its impact

Feedback long delayed in youth are eminent and felt here in this new older place

The wear on body and soul speaks now calling me to put away childish things

Nudging me to focus on what is indeed important and a part of my Groove

Wasted energy and wrong directions require payment now

There is no longer the luxury of “one day I will”

Each day is all there is, now is all

It has always been so, and I begin to see if only through a glass darkly

So I welcome the reminders of life and its living

And am grateful for the painful grace that has brought me here

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    • 🙂 I talked to my sound guy the other day about that. Part of me wants to re-record all of them but another likes the dirty aspects of not being overproduced. I think in the end I will keep some as they are and redo the others. We have some others coming that he is working on now. As far as an album I need to figure out what that means. Thank you for stopping by. It is always great to hear from you!

  1. ‘Birth pains of wisdom” – I can so relate to this poem. I have a few more years up on you, so perhaps more aches and pains. I’m not so sure about ‘putting away childish things’ – I quite enjoy being a kid at times! I guess it depends on what it is of course. Nothing too strenuous 🙂

  2. I think you should get Fim to write the preface for your book if and when you get around to writing one! 😀 She’s got all these magical words. She takes my breath away! You two make quite the pair! <3

  3. I am grateful for the bench I find upon the grass, ever green, for this is a place where the gardener has tended with love and passion. The Sanctuary is filled with a glow, golden, rich, and warm; light that ceases never. This is an oasis, and I find it once again filled with words, whispering of the journey, the crossing of a threshold, the arrival to the place which has been waiting. It is a place, not material, but a substantial ethereal. Many have walked it, those who came before. What a splendid elder, unfolding and opening to a new way of being. It will soon be as simple a way as each milestone reached had been, once inner understanding blends with youthful will, to allow the sowing, the growing and the harvest. Welcome, my friend to a world of wonder.

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    This is beautiful, Plato. Aging is not for sissies, and yet you add the dimension of grace and gratitude for a life lived out loud. Thanks you.
    Peace and oiled joints
    Mary

  5. Oh… the luxury of “one day I will”! I recently turned 50 and i know that we all have to bury the old dreams. Still we need to build new ones 😉 Thank you for this beautiful poem. Cheers, HC

  6. OMG! I just saw the logo at the top! She did such a good job on it. It looks fantastic.. How are you liking the new set up of the blog? Drollery just listened to the poem with me. He thought it was really good. That’s something. Drollery doesn’t even LIKE poetry! It was so wonderful…

  7. ahhh I know about crossing that threshold…I turned 60 a couple weeks ago,…never thought about being here but have learned I am grateful for the opportunity to go on ….
    your words resonate deep within, I like your words…Thank you
    Take Care…You Matter…..
    maryrose

  8. This is, in my opinion, is your best work ever. There is not a line most of us won’t identify with. And struggle to come to terms with. This is real life, my wise bard. Thank you for saying what I could never stammer out. 🙂

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