There is a cost to living long;

Composing loss into our song,

Low tones expressing mournful thought,

Concern of hours love has bought,

Care reverberating ‘round,

Shaping grief into sound.

 

Pitch includes most wailful tale,

Engulfing sorrow’s mighty swell,

Forming image in the mind,

Hark’ning back to happy times!

Oft’ remembering can blind,

Threatening our loss to bind,

Our purpose in what lies behind.

 

Then, visuals brim-full with strife,

Cut through the soul as sharpest knife.

Moments when, caught up in sin

We were not who we ought have been.

Clay walls threaten to give way,

To yearning toward that brighter day,

 

Now, our task comes shining through,

Pale hollow soul knows what to do:

Aware the world’s due reprimand,

Trust His Word; know His plan

Will harmonize these fragile strands.

His Symphony will bring to stand

God’s vision of the perfect man.

 

Copyright 2025.   L.L. Shelton.

(This one is for Jill.)