Growing Old to Bloom

Submitted by: Ladybeth

Author: unknown

I shall not mind
the whiteness of my hair,
or that slow steps
falter on the stair,
or what strange image
greets me in the glass...
if I can feel,
as roots feel in the sod,
that I am growing old to bloom
before the face of God.

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