8.19.2010

In Praise of Growing Old

How else would i come to understand
(Other than from my garden)
That decay nourishes life?

How better to learn
That humility
Is no mere virtue,
But a survival skill?

What better way to appreciate
The fleeting heroism of youth?

When else would i understand,
In my viscera,
The smooth, accelerating curves
That are the contours of time?

How else would i know
That there is no God,
Except the beingness,
The eagerness of forward-leaning
Life
That, given half a chance,

Restlessly proclaims
The "is-ing"
That everywhere
Is?

How else would i know
The arc
Of an unending love?

How else
Would i learn
To say goodbye?

--Mr. Gobley

2 comments:

karen said...

It's been some time...

Care to share- any more of your
Grace?

Mr. Gobley said...

Request granted...