Joy in Age

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At sixty, I see their judgments
For the righteous translation
Of fear that they always were
And evermore shall be,
World without end,
Amen.

While my God sends the new leaves
Coursing through branches in Spring,
Sends the shrill call of tiny birds
In the nests of house wrens,
Laughs at the shape of the moon,
Speaks in…