Not Ready

Not Ready

I’m not ready for the wrinkles on my face

not ready for my husband’s diagnosis or

my diagnosis, not ready to see my friends

growing old, just like me, how short times

apart show how much they have aged and

I know they are thinking the same about me

I’m not ready and yet as I watch youth walk

by, parade on TV and in magazines and I 

see the look on their unblemished faces, I

remember with all my philosophical yearning

all my career capability, my child rearing and

managing a home, that I was efficient then

but, I knew so little about myself, about life

that along with wrinkles I have gained richness

of appreciation for everything living, that I 

have finally found my purpose, which is to 

realize the gift of life and to embrace it and me

before it is all gone

the hard work is over, the easy work begins

to wake each day and savor, to get close

to God, to stop the worry, the negativity, the

fear, to revel in the glory, magic, wonder of

creative evolution, kiss the ground, kiss the sky

kiss a rose, love everyone unconditionally