God of the Ages,
eightieth decade of life, and sometimes
an earlier decade, brings on forgetfulness and myriads of
frustrating and previously
not experienced little confusions, beginning with, "Where
are the keys? I know I had them when I came in. They were
judgment, remembrance of detail,
all weaken under the semi-surreptitious
but certain, unkind, grinding, steady onslaught of senility.
slippage is slow but it is inevitable, inescapable.
hopefully have firmed up
their faith in You, Our Mighty Fortress,
just as our own fortresses of body and mind seem increasingly
pray You, God of Memory, God of Judgment,
God of Sanity and God of Mind, slow down
my march of memory loss so that I can live out a sane and
and particularly, not become a worry,
an irritant, a sadness and a burden
the Evil One by keeping me rational, sensible and prayerful
to the glorious end!
I pray that You will take me swiftly
and mercifully into Your Kingdom for all eternity, where
memory loss and every human pain and sadness, confusion
are left far, far behind.
great and enduring love,
Donn B. Murphy 2013
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