Your Day is Coming

Taffeta ruffles,

meet the starch of age.

Your blush now comes from a bottle.

Fallen arches and brittle bones

wave farewell to the seamless beauty

of youth,

the lithe and supple grace

in looking-glass of old.

Don’t trade wisdom for agility,

or experience for smooth skin.

Embrace the wrinkles

that stamp Life into features;

name gray hairs

Maturity and Character.

As your last sun sets,

stand tall.


When your light rises again,

your skin will be fresh and new.

Your legs will be strong,

your steps sure.

Wait, my friend.

Your day is coming.

14 comments on “Your Day is Coming

  1. Robert Rife says:

    “Your blush now comes from a bottle…” Come on, now. That’s a very cool picture.

  2. SilverTill says:

    Oh what used to be. My father was an alcoholic and died at 33. So I welcomed age as it came to me, have a drink? No thank-you I answered for almost 50 years now. So I look in the mirror and smile at the white hair and age spots. Thanks Dad you have shown me the path not to follow. Whatever the Lord has for me on the other side, I know I will meet my true Father in Heaven.

    Blessings, Bill

    • melodylowes says:

      Bill, I’m so sorry that you had to learn this important lesson in such a difficult way. But your pain at who your Dad couldn’t be will erased when you see your True Father – what a day that will be, when the little boy in you is loved as he should have been loved long ago! Enjoy those white hairs! πŸ™‚

  3. Caddo Veil says:

    This almost has me in tears, Melody–the “can’t wait” kind! A work of creative encouragement indeed–and I definitely wouldn’t go back to being stunningly beautiful with nothing to show for it (that’s occasionally weep-worthy too, but I don’t waste tears or time anymore–forward, march!) God bless you Big–love, Caddo

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