Every morning I receive a meditation post from the Blue Mountain Center for Meditation. The writings are by Eknath Easwaran. This post was based on a poem by Robert Browning:
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith, “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”
– ROBERT BROWNING
The first two lines of this poem I think are very familiar to most people. I know that I have used them many times when writing to my husband and many singers have recorded variations on this theme. But I never read the remainder of that poem until this morning.
Lately, I have found myself repeating “Getting old isn’t for sissy’s”. But I think I will start repeating the last line of this stanza. It is so very much more elegant.
The last stanza of this poem is such a beautiful prayer and conversation with God:
So, take and use Thy work:
Amend what flaws may lurk,
What strain o’ the stuff, what warpings past the aim!
My times be in Thy hand!
Perfect the cup as planned!
Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!
What a wonderful reminder that perfect the cup as planned.
Wishing you a fearless day,