My skin doesn't fit on my form anymore
It's wrink'ly and loose where it wasn't before
There are bits poking out that should probably be
Inside where the crevices now are on me.
Things once that were firm, now are hopelessly saggy
I feel like an elephant, lumb'ring and baggy
But as per manufacturer's specs, if my skin
Is still doing its job and keeping things in
I cannot complain much about how it jiggles
If guts are inside then there's still time to giggle
With my entrails still en and my extrails vice versa
Skin protects me from viruses, bacteria, and mersa
Though I can't help bemoaning the dastardly truth
That wrinkles immediately trumped zits, forsooth!
© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:
“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night.
And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.
So heart be still:
What need our little life
Our human life to know,
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife
Of things both high and low,
Is best. The stretch of years
Which wind ahead, so dim
To our imperfect vision,
Are clear to God. Our fears
Are premature; In Him,
All time hath full provision.
Then rest: until
God moves to lift the veil
From our impatient eyes,
When, as the sweeter features
Of Life's stern face we hail,
Fair beyond all surmise
God's thought around His creatures
Our mind shall fill.