An Old Lady

In Church today at the dawn of morning light, she sat in front of me hunching over just a little to my right. Pale, frail, mottled unfolded hands, with hint of a slight tremor she fingered the hymnal rising unsteadily to stand. I watched her as she struggled with the pages searching for the song the choir sang with desire to sing as she had in past ages. Age had stolen much from her some memory, health and time spryness and agility now remain only a blur. Her vision bore images of youth and boundless energy lost in the memories of a life lived well that now waned from illness, age and generalities. She was on the slide of time chasing it down around the hidden corners the twists and turns and unexpected blessings sublime. In my ponderings I recognize the truths expressed with close friends, loved ones and family she was and is surrounded by what is always best. At her side, they gently guided each and every step patient and directing her so not to let her fall filled with love and life, faith at its very depth. What miraculous a goal with nothing to append all done satisfied and close in reach, complete achieving all at the journeys end