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!
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