retired (or just tired)

Thank God for retirement! People may think the idea unbiblical but I disagree. God told Moses that priests should serve from age 25-50 and then retire.* They could help the younger priests after that. Of course, you don’t quit working; just quit working full-time and do what you can to help the next generation(s). You are free from the pressure to perform!

You must earn this stage of life and then you can reap the blessings of age. It’s hard for many to have enough to live on in later years because none of us know how long we’ll live so what is “enough”? It may be elusive but what a grand concept…to finally make time for the things you really want to do. Travel, exercise, volunteer, pray, read, spend time with spouse, visit friends, enjoy grandchildren, try hobbies, write poetry!

Growing older is not for the faint of heart, especially as the heart may faint. Body parts give out and may need repair or replacement but there’s no real cure for aging. You may even reach invisibility…people no longer pay attention to you which can be frustrating because you finally have the wisdom of experience! Yet now you are free to be you without worrying what other people think…except you want to be a better example to the youngsters.

to quote my dear aunt,

“aging is not for wimps”

travel down new roads

*Numbers 8:24-26

Linked with dVerse poets where Frank J. Tassone is hosting haibuns…

goodbye 2022

snowman leans over

in final hours of old year

as time melts away

“Oh, when will autumn moon…

“Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?
How many past events I’ve known.
The east wind buffeted my room again last night,
I cannot bear to remember the bright moon of the old country.
The marble steps and carved balustrades must still be there,
The people’s rosy cheeks are all that’s changed.
How much sorrow can one man have to bear?
As much as a river of spring water flowing east.

-LiYu

how long fall moon and spring bloom shall last?
how many happenings of life have passed?
a northwest wind rattled my window last night
i’ve forgotten how summer moon glows full-bright
old stairway and front porch of home still there
how many memories must bereaved woman bear?
faded are rosy cheeks of my childhood
as river of time flows through tears’ wildwood

-lynn


https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/20/poetics-china-kingdom-of-the-poem/

Laura Bloomsbury invites us to imitate Chinese-style poetry at dVerse poetics. First stanza is a translation from Chinese, second is my interpretation with added rhyme.

reality check

Time for us to admit that life is not happily ever after.

time winds down

Challenge at CDHK to “distill” the following poem by Tagore:

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord [LORD].
There is none to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.

We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.

And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.

© Rabindranath Tagore, Endless Time

(see my “distillation” below in tanka form)

endless time

“Endless Time”

trace curved flow of hours

marked by celestial bodies

— our minutes’ limits —

seek face of eternal LORD

above / beyond track of time

 

© lynn__

 

 

 

above & beyond

Lillian at dVerse Poets invites us to “look up” and marvel at pictures from Hubble Space Telescope…

Artist's concept of exoplanet orbiting Fomalhaut

Credit: ESA, NASA and L. Calçada (ESO); ESA/Hubble

 

You, who spins
planets in place
calls stars by name
speaks light into
hot existence

You, whose wisdom
births bright galaxies
weighs gravity’s laws
measures our time
expands space

You alone are
worthy of worship

we, who spin
on watery planet
stare at your stars
depend on light
of dying sun

we, whose
understanding
reflects your image
yet live limited by
gravity, time, space

we bow in awe at
Your cosmic beauty!

 

 

i still do…do you?

 

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You can play magnetic poetry online here

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it’s later than we think

 

twice every year

daylight savings time

messes with my inner clock

an insomniac’s seasonal nightmare

hard to say which is harder

on mind and body:

to spring ahead or fall back

why do we try to

interfere when time

doesn’t wish to be saved?

 


Time for quadrille #28 at dVerse Poets Pub this week!

inexorable time

In response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “Road to Santiago” word:  time


 

where will journey lead?

wisdom contemplates life’s end

we return to dust

 

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photo by lynn – Floyd Cemetery, Sioux City

time is a friend

 

time ripens good seed

farmer waits ever patient

harvest fruit will come

time passages

Linking to Carpe Diem’s time glass challengedancing leaves

leaves let go of fear

fall free, float on air, swirl down

celebrate changes.

_____

letting go self-consciousness,

we can twirl life’s dance with joy!

what time is it?

 

man knows not his,

yet, by tracking time,

we try to master it.

 

shadows on sundials,

changing of calendars,

watching the clocks.

 

time is cosmic order:

spheres circling suns

moons orbiting planets.

 

from cradle to grave,

out of crib into coffin,

time carries us away.

 

memories of childhood,

youth’s fond dreams, our

strength and beauty fade.

 

we cannot stop time

but perhaps we can

slow it by sabbath;

 

pause to pray, praise

give thanks for grace,

we rest, he restores!

 

_______

Inspired by Jan.11, 2015  sermon by Pastor John Lee on Ecclesiastes 3:1-15

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