Age, Pray, Mums

How long has it been since
I looked in a mirror and my face
was youthful and unwrinkled?
Was it years ago when
my poppy-red lips
puckered with radiant joy,
the mums in my backyard
bloomed brilliant colors?

I find the passage of time
unrelenting like growing weeds
after a spring rain. I pray
to find comfort in this aging face,
closer to seeing God in the mirror
than a slim figure.

I find that I frequently
ask for directions of a different kind,
seek help from the unseen,
let faith lead me from dark caves
of the mind. I let small gifts
brighten a rainy day,
hope that more joyful days
than not will grace this journey,
no matter how long.

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