Old Enough

At last you are old enough to know
the end is rarely the end,
that love is the most dangerous thing,
and utterly worth the risk,
that God is there,
even in the midst of the devil’s work.
You are old enough to know
each and every weakness
that plagues your body and soul,
old enough to know that failure,
no matter how consuming it seems,
is temporary,
old enough to know the flowers will return to life
after the coldest winter,
and so
will you.

About this poem

I am enjoying the place in life I am now. A quiet place of beautiful imperfection and deep faith.

Tom