Bent over from the weight of the years,
Not the seventy-seven already lived,
But the twenty or so left to survive,
The balance sheet of life upside down,
Sinking deeper each month, each day,
Is this how we are supposed to spend our final years?
With banks waiting impatiently for death’s release?
As a once proud man brought to his knees?
But perhaps getting on our knees is what is called for?
It’s time to rest your worries upon His yoke,
To be carried for a while,
To be guided by His light.
Together, let us pray.
For His love abides in us,
And our love abides in you.
Be well,
Monty
Monty’s Blahg 
Beautiful, Monty! Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year Michelle. Thank you!
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Monty this has touched me. Sparky’s father is 91 and has become so bent – he used to be a tall man (6’1″) but is now barely 5′ 7″. I love the perspective of being bent to God’s will….
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Thank you!🙏
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