YET TO COME
There is an old poem by Robert Browning. And, it says a lot about life. It goes like this…”Grow old with me for the best is yet to come. The last of life for which the first was made.” As we age it is pleasurable to look back on our youth. Our bones were strong, our muscles well developed. We could walk, run, jump, play hop scotch and hardly be out of breath. We can also recall all the fun we had….remember the parties….the vacations…the summers full of warmth and watermelons. And, we can also think back to the quiet times. Sitting on the front porch in the dark, having small talk with relatives and friends..pausing to watch the rain fall nourishing the flowers in the garden below. The days pass, the weeks pass and all to soon Autumn arrives and we realize that it is not only the Autumn of the year, but also the Autumn of our lives. We watch as the green leaves turn to yellow and gold. They reflect the colors of our own well lived lives and we have a heartfelt appreciation of all that we have done and all that we have. With Spring and Summer gone…what sustains us now?? I believe it is two things. First, our memories. Remember the warmth of the sun as we picnicked by the Lake? Remember the first ride on the roller coaster. Remember the music at the homecoming dance. And, forever remembered…the first kiss. Oh, my. The second thing that sustains us is a sense of anticipation. We look forward to to the cold and snow and the mysteries that Winter will bring. It is an anticipation filled with confidence that whatever those mysteries are…they are filled with the certainity that….the best is yet to come!
(written by Virgil Dominic)