With age the questions come and go
and life begins its doubts to sow
for somehow now truth stands alone
and can no more be carved in stone;
for truth is fragile, life a passing gift
and all our certainties begin to shift
and so our hearts are bruised by doubt
our minds obscured and mute our shout
but there is beauty in that truth
and though the storm be rough, and
strong the winds, the sails are tough
and the hand that calms the storm
remains at the helm, and love guides
our lives to safe solace and peaceful amen.