My Final Hour

With age,

My sword

Is deeply scarred

But its edge

Honed twice as sharp

 

With age,

My words

Are penned in blood

All flowing

From the heart

 

With age,

I embrace what

Truth reveals

And am humbled

By its power

 

With age,

My light burns

Free at last

To illume

 —my final hour

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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