David Corfe was in touch with us at BRF Ministries recently. He often writes poetry to reflect on life and to express his thoughts, and local Anna Chaplains in the Caraway Project Southampton regularly use David’s poems as part of their Vintage Adventure publications.
‘I’m delighted to share this poem of David’s with you, our blog readers,’ writes Debbie Ducille. ‘Thank you, David, for capturing hopes and fears familiar to many of us as we grow older, and your beautiful, heartfelt prayer at the close.’
Yes I am truly old;
where has my energy gone?
And why do level roads
now feel like mini mountains
where I must pause for breath?
How precious is my stick,
how precious now my bus pass!
Till now I was independent,
proud of my physique
and the wisdom of my years;
how distant that all seems
now I must ask for lifts
and many a helping hand;
dependence doesn't come easy.
Now I am really old
I must take care, beware
the warm self-pitying pools
that lie so close to the road,
hold the hand that holds me
even in my deviations
as I wobble down the years;
re-learn my dependence, like the little boy
who turned to mum and dad
when he was afraid.
How much I need you, Lord.
If I must learn through weakness
then go on teaching me.
Fill my emptiness
with all your fulness Lord.
Saturate my life,
my loving God, with yours;
for you are my breath, my energy,
my stick, my pass, my goal.
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