Walking on new to me paths in Fairfax, breathing in cool honeysuckle fragrant air, I heard Dylan Thomas in my ears, “Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
My “reframe” of that plea is, “Do not die inside before your time, Thrill, grow and create in Glory sublime.”
I will not be old, no matter what the calendar says. I will continue to live my life for God and others as long as I breathe.
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