A sign of aging ~
These weary bones
Ache
As I slowly rise from
The chair in which I sit
Or my bed
It takes awhile
To get moving.
A few deep breaths,
Some stretching,
I am moving again.
I am ready to live this day.

These weary bones
Complain
As it fears the change
Or as it feels despair
Are we dying, dying?
Consumable
Church.
It requires the Holy Spirit
And the effort of stretching
To move again.
To live.
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