Friday, October 21, 2011

charis

Some things grow bitter with time—
            steeping coffee, 
       sautéed garlic,
                    angry hearts.

Other things, they grow better with time
—
          fine wine,
                 cheese, 
              beloved flannel,
                            thankful souls.

They talk about "aging gracefully,"

         keeping your looks,
                             your strength,
                                       your spirit.
                     I think that's the key, actually.

            Grace.

                 Not physical beautiful movement,

                                             or social-knowledge wit,
                                       but a spirit and an attitude.
I need grace.

         How I know it.
I need to bestow grace.
         How slowly I learn it.

But grace
—
         yes, that right there,
                  that is the difference between 

                                   aging like coffee,
                                        or
                                          aging like wine.

2 comments:

  1. Excellent! Very thought provoking! And very good and needful reminder, thank you!

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  2. Good poem; I like the last stanza the best, with its simple similes.

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