Long Suffering Along

When he grows old, he wants to be an eld-
er. Earnestly he wants to seek repose;
Not only as a body split and felled,
but as a spirit conscious of its glow.
What lights he might then shine will yet depend
On how the days ahead are suffered through
And how at last the last day rose-gold ends.
But now and e’er before that day he’ll do
the things that make him come alive. Decid-
ing true just how and what and who he must
Now be to see himself in him who died,
Recalling all he meant and tried — the dust
that dances in a sunlight beam — the long-
est pain lamented least – in weakness strong.

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