blues in july
5 months ago
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
ALMOST FIFTY
This swath of flesh pops and snaps about me like a snatch of ribbon snagged on the antenna of a speeding holiday roadster. The impulse is great to reach out a frantic finger and pull it in, before life flails it to shreds. Patience. The wind will soon unkink the knots and whisk it away to clear blue sky.
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Poetic imagery. I cannot put into words my conflict with my aging body. As Fr. Bill says, our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, and some of us are building cathedrals. Sadly, I think he was speaking of size, not glory!
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