Discernment
Borne, then born.
Clothed, fed, shorn.
Housed and cuddled,
brain filled and muddled.
Schooled, polished, allowed to roam,
to make the world into a home.
Later settled, now sedate.
Content to let my life abate.
Find worlds inside and there abide,
to let what happens be my guide.
To try to live with less precision.
To fear less the world’s derision.
Why so hard to be oneself?
Easier when on the shelf.
Now here I pull my world around me,
memories and dreams surround me.
My solitude a crystal jar
that lets me ponder from afar
the current of my life, its tide,
to reach without and pull inside
the things that help me try to see
just where my life has taken me.
I contemplate and sometimes share
the truths that I’ve discovered there.
I’ve come to read, to judge and learn.
I’ve finally learned how to discern!
The MVB Prompt today is Discernment.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You always speak straight to my heart. One of the compensations of being old is not feeling the need to fit in. I love that. People like me or they don’t. I’m ok.
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Thanks, Ibeth.
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Judy, A nice essay on the subject in poem form. I like this: “My solitude a crystal jar” which can work as positive and negative both. I know it isn’t loneliness, but it can be a barrier.
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Quite profound and beautifully crafted.
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Beautiful! Living long is such a gift!
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That discernment thing is great!
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Quite a nice summary of a life’s journey! It does feel more and more natural to “cocoon” as we age.
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It does, indeed, Eilene. I’m doing it as I type this, as a matter of fact.
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This is our life in a nutshell. Beautifully written Judy
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