November 17, 2017

AGING

At 3  - God was a sound.

At 7  - God was an old man

     with a beard.

At 17 - God was gone.

At 27 - God was an, “Oh my God!”

      in times of trouble and great beauty

      or amazing plays in sports.

At 37 - God was a question.

At 51 - God was a prayer when

            my daughter got married

            or my parents were slowly slip 

            sliding into dementia.

At 71 - God and I finally began

            sitting at the same table,

            sharing bread and wine

            and back and forth words.

At my death -  I said loudly and clearly

           “Oh my God!”

© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017