Old age

Old age                                                                                                            
 
I don’t hear well these days.  Can’t quite
follow the flow of conversation.
 
Yet, clear as a bell, the Friend’s voice
sounds within me.  I get facts confused;
 
assumptions proven wrong but my relationship
to Him is ever more precise and certain.  
 
Repeat myself?  Yes, often.  And repeat
His name more and more.
 
Forgetful of the past and present, yes,
but I remember Him now habitually.
 
And as my eyesight dims,
my focus upon Him sharpens.
 
The distance from our ultimate Union I know not,
but I find continual evidence of God’s existence
 
in this illusory realm here and now.
And when I soon leave it
 
(for yet another respite), o what peace
I will take with me to the grave!
 
O child of God, you’ve found the Friend.
Each day He brings you nearer to the journey's end.