Autumn Years - 2

I’ve come to my autumn years While my heart falls silent Trembling with its gentle tears Reflecting on the former things Some hopes and other fears I’ve come to my ending days When my soul yearns for light Shining tenderness who prays For comfort of the worrier Needing healing of anxious ways I’ve come to my lost, faded dreams When breathless smiles reach out Caressing me with joys it seems Alive and yearning in hues of grace Ringing with kindly, rosy themes I’ve come to my darkest dismay Whispering fright in nightmares Weakening one who will portray All the sweetness of joyful prayers Praise of the One who I’ll not betray I’ve come to my finishing of the race Reflecting on the gentleness of thanks Raining down love that can’t replace The music in the soul, the wonderous hope Of an affection I’ll never be able to erase I’ve come to my conclusion, lastly Awakening life in the heart and soul Coloring feelings in hues so vastly They stir up promises of the end When love burns so alive, steadfastly I’ve come to my close of my lifetime Where my spirit reflects on insights Basking in joys that lived in old time When my heart was more familiar With the presence of famous springtime Whether I let the past embrace me With its splendors, it’s exaltations Or I finally let go and simply agree The time has come to turn my heart Toward God where I’ll be set free I’ll let go and let God take my soul Up to the heavens where I’ll give Him All my praise, all my spirit to console With the knowledge that I’m living With the One who made my heart whole