There was a great love song that my mother often sang as she went about her daily household work. She had a great voice and she loved to sing It was one of my favorites made popular by Nelson Eddy
and Jeanette MacDonald
JOAN CHITTISTER explores the mystery of aging and the passage of our time here on earth
So, mystery, the notion that something wonderful can happen at any time if we will only allow space for it, takes us into a whole new awareness of the immanence of God in time. God comes, we learn now, when we least expect it. Maybe most likely of all when we least expect it.
In age, mystery comes alive. Nothing is very sure anymore. Everything speaks of maybe and perhaps, might and possibly. I might still be here. And I might not. Like children, we learn to wonder again. We learn that getting up every day can be fun, can be wonder-full. Something will surely happen. What will it be?
Then, as the years go by, we learn to trust the goodness of time, the glorious cornucopia of life called God. And who knows? At the end of life, the mystery waiting for us there, finally visible under the glare of time, may be more than the soul can hold.