Kiln
sitting. I am a wearisome soul; most
spent yesterday and remain half spent this morning. Oldness is its own vocation, a job of daily
learning to accomplish life with a tool that is chipped, bent and oft
repaired. It carries with it certain
smoothness wrought over years of use, a sincerity of usefulness gleaned from
your latter years of faithful and wise use.
However, the abuse laid on it in youth by a mind still not broken to the
bit of self-preservation requires a daily paying of interest on the loan spent
recklessly. But all is not laid in the
redden debit ledger of youth for if one is graced enough to be found then
Wisdom Himself teaches one how best to realize that olden body that is now you,
to accomplish the you He daily demands.
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