As we grow,
we broaden.
An infant sees only
what is right in front of them –
their vision limited
to what is within the fish bowl.
An older person
can see beyond the protection
of those early limits…
This is the gift of wisdom.
Wisdom sees what is
and what is beyond –
its vision, earned.
Its gift,
one of liberation.
Wisdom’s glow may be hidden
under a weathered face
and broken body…
but it is present,
and lights with warmth
within the older heart.
So, dare not to discount
the mature among you…
for ignoring that inner glow,
is a loss akin to
walking past a beautiful sunset
on a gorgeous day
and missing the message
written in the sand
below your feet.
When a mature one
crosses your path,
let wisdom arise
and bless you.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 
Amen! Our culture is conditioned to value youth if you look at the media. Our fear of loss turns our heads from our elders sometimes. As we age, we forget we are each our own myth with our own stories to share.
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Totally agree!
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