Aged Lines

Remember that old saying that age is just a number. It sort of is true I mean in a numeric value, but I guess it is not an indicator or substance maturity or wealth.

We are taught that all things are forever growing in a specific direction upwards towards wisdom. After careful observation I know this is not really true although time is moving and age is inevitably consuming us all, a lot of us seem to not really move at all.

We have sort of accepted this type of stagnancy the vertical position a glass ceiling dare I say and have resided there. Even though we know everything in our good nature is telling us to push upward we start mouth to glass, and figure it really isn't worth the effort to accept gradual growth in its natural course.

The clock moves forward our age is ever present all over our face and body. It is apparent we have lived a long life felt the seasons touch us and have been granted the mercy to sustain a little bit more time to achieve the Lord's purpose here on the earth.

I have seen this terrible mystery several times in my life a sort of observation that always challenges me to search a little deeper and think a little harder, honestly about everything I see.

When desolation has taken root and has spread widely throughout ones life and the earth. The ruin of a decay a bunch of years passed and yet we are startlingly still the same. We carry the same bitterness, attitudes, proclivities, we ourselves despised unable to change ourselves victims of our own ignorance. We fall due to our own lack in diligence in the thing we apparently cherished the most. We have run out of time our lives stayed in this state of desolation like a farmer who fails to attend his own assets. Time has ravaged the once life giving ground that once brought us forth great life. It is not even recognizable anymore, ran over by all sorts of wild variations that continue to ravage.

We expected maturity, a wealth of it, good fruits, and bountiful crop and we came up with nothing, but a few empty bottles buried in the dirt. How did this desolation take over all this territory.

Better wisdom tells me it did not happen overnight. That this state of displacement did not just fall upon us, where were we when the thing we most treasure became desolate. How old was I? How old am I? When?

What to do when we have reached a sorrowful place of living in time passing us by. Running out of time aging horizontally growing vertically. Everything in this thing we call life has aged us, we carry the same baggage of times that have long left us.

Unchanged and Untouched.

The year is 2023 and I am ...

Jesus Christ Forevermore

~The woman who never asked for permission and never will.