On Growing Old
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in the shadow of these trees,
shawls on our laps, too old
even to remember our names.
So let’s try this. Let’s write
“Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy”
on old scraps of paper and fold
them tightly into tiny pills.
For whatever Light awaits us
on the other side, surely
it can’t hurt to have some
praises already on our tongues.
~Robert Hudson
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