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THIS REMINDS ME of the fragility of age in the midst of the vibrant forces of youth.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang—
—William Shakespeare Sonnet 73
My age, in turn, reminds me of the fragility of our life on earth and the Psalmist’s words,
Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor.
—Psalm 39:5
It’s a viewpoint that stirs me to pray,
Do not cast me off in the time of old age;
Do not forsake me when my strength fails.
—Psalm 71:9
And to remember the reassuring promise in Isaiah
Even to your old age, I am He,
And even to gray hairs I will carry you!
I have made, and I will bear;
Even I will carry, and will deliver you.
—Isaiah 46:4
