She Grows Up | Scripturally Speaking

I find an aberration of me
Around the corner at my half-century mark.
I stare intently at myself for a long moment, until I see me smile.

Already, I know that I have earned
The right to pace around with busy hands,
Muttering to myself as I am accomplishing the day’s work.

Even now, I know it is my prerogative
To enjoy my patio in my bathrobe early in the morning,
Sipping my tea and complimenting the work of my hands in His garden.

And I know that each time I meet my mark,
You will be there beckoning to me, appearing satisfied,
With your arms full of greater grace, and it is pleasant there.