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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