I Grow Easier
All the bloated faces and the tired eyes are telling me something painfully unmistakable: as I grow older, life gets harder. The busted up lies of my youth seem more and more like trickery, even though I now know they were the necessary scaffolding for the tower I was building, that today sits in a heap of ashes. I didn’t realize my life was hard until I woke in the middle of it. The cruelty of my maturation came first like fire, and at long-last like water, to a man grown tired of syrupy wine. Life gets harder still, yet my consolation is great. I grow easier, as the expansive love called God soothes life’s sharp edges.
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- Second Communion · November 18‹ My CauseAn Ordinary Life ›