Through a Dim Glass

THROUGH A DIM GLASS

The older I get,

The denser I see,

As if through a scrim,

Opaquely.

Some things that I know

Now seem as a shade.

Thick, grey-white fog ...

Synapses delayed.

Faithful through life,

But sometimes I slide.

Repent ... I'm forgiven.

From God, I can't hide.

Still I have hope,

Though curtain was hung.

Love everlasting.

Heaven's begun!

Through a dim glass ...

Window between --- 

Faith, hope, and love ---

My life is now clean. 

The older I am,

The closer I'll be

To heavenly rest,

Eternally.

by Netagene, October 10-11, 2017. This is my “working” copy, even though I already posted it on Facebook like this. Maybe it's complete. ... I've read that forgetting and misplacing things and sometimes being slow to find words is nothing to worry about, that the problems (such as senility, Alzheimer's, whatever) arise when a person forgets what something is for.

Jesus ... if I still could drive

Jesus, draw me --- ever nearer ...

If I only --- still could drive.

I get tired --- and discouraged,

Always calling --- for a ride.

Hope some Christian --- understands this,

Through my ever --- silent plea.

With my Bible --- and my song book,

At my home is --- where I'll be.

When I'm home bound, I'm not angry.

Trials come while --- here below.

I'll still praise the --- GREAT CREATOR.

Jesus loves me. This I know.

I'm encouraged --- when with others.

Blood-of-Christ kin --- is the best.

I am ready --- for forever.

Heaven's waiting. I will rest.

Jesus, draw me --- ever nearer ...

Whether deaf or --- whether blind.

I'll hear singing. I'll see Jesus.

Angels, take me --- on my last ride.

By Netagene, October 4, 2017. The lady who's been taking me to worship lately (since my main chauffeur friend is in rehab) was sick. I didn't want to pressure anyone to either get me, or find someone who could.