Love’s Hidden Hand

Let not age domesticate me
Or make me bitter
But let it ripen me like a fruit
Let it tenderize and soften me
So I am worthy of savoring

Let age not weaken my spirit
But make me wilder and more free
May it open my heart
And sharpen my wit

May I value time itself
And see each day as a precious jewel
Attach to nothing
But commit to peace

Let it not scare me
With it’s proximity to death
But bring depth and wisdom
May I see the beauty of others
And not their faults

And may I forgive
The human experience
Its failures, wars
And needless suffering
And instead see
Love’s hidden hand
In all actions
Even the most cruel.

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