The Turn of Events

The relentless biological clock Our best endeavors mock God recompensed our growing old By grandchildren to hold. And if not, We are still hot. Alive, loving and looking up In work and hope to fill the cup Of life and meaning and joy! A daily routine stops, shocks toy With our mind, emotion and will. Change turns a corner until We lose our North and focus Under our breath we cuss "What! No Way! Not today! Not any day," we say. The winds howl and blow the waste, The chaff in us and the haste, Then we settle or cowering hide Until the storm passes from inside From God's palm we look again He dries our tears; heals our pain. The baby begins and parents are born The wedding comes, their hearts torn Events changed or burned Life is oiled and purified Be not mortified!