Life at Midlife

“I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness.
I believe, I Believe.”

Author: Mary Anne Perrone

Comments

Susan said…
Perfect and beautiful! Growing older, letting go, accepting - peace.
What an amazing poem! My favourite line is: "being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough."
I need to print that. I had a sister who was always waiting for something. Consequently, she never had children, marrying too old to reproduce. She is clutching, grabby, and nasty. I think it is because she waited, always waited.
Unknown said…
When you reach a certain age you have to throw all that out the window and just live your life.
JLawrence said…
Absolutely beautiful poem! There are SO many small reasons to be grateful,& with age comes the lye wisdom in recognizing them! Perfect start to today;thank you!✨☀️