Volume > Issue > Old Age

Old Age

A POEM

By Anne Keith | November 1983

Accept the wind —

Insanity would fight it now.

It is no angel to be wrestled with.

 

Accept the wind —

Exalting in the ripping off of color

from the trees.

It deals in stripping and revealing

nakedness.

 

Accept the wind —

The time has come for seeing

Trunk, and limb, and twig.

 

Accept it with great joy

Knowing that God appointed sap

To rise again.

Enjoyed reading this?

READ MORE! REGISTER TODAY

SUBSCRIBE

Archives

1983 1984 1985 1986 2019 2018 2017 2016 2015 2014 2013 2012 2011 2010 2009 2008 2007 2006 2005 2004 2003 2002 2001 2000 1999 1998 1997 1996 1995 1994 1993 1992 1991 1990 1989 1988 1987 2020 2021 2022 2023 2024 2025 2026

Topics
"Catholicism's Intellectual Prizefighter!"

- Karl Keating

Strengthen the Catholic cause.

SUPPORT NOR TODAY

SUBSCRIBE

You May Also Enjoy

RHYTHM

You are the maker of maps,

Straight edge and compass in hand.

I am horizons…

Turning

“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said

Blind with seeking, all but garroted

By…

Thaws

Around our March balcony tonight
Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —