Mo Leverett

These Are The Days

These are the Days
mo leverett
Jacksonville, FL
July, 2013

These are the days
When things slow down
In many ways
They are a crown

The youthful grays
The ending starts
When sickness preys
Upon our hearts

These days are the best
Done now with youthful quests
And we’ve found our rest

These are the days
When grace abounds
When autumn lays
On hallowed grounds

Your children grown
They’ll change your name
You’re not the own
You’ll take the blame

These days are the best
Done now with youthful quests
And we’ve found our rest

These are the days
Full circle round
In many ways
They are a crown

Youthful pains give way to older ones – and such is the pilgrimage of life. Yet there is a relief of pressure that comes with the passing of age – the dawning of a unique form of restfulness. And that is what this song is all about.

I once worked third shift at a convalescent care facility while working my way through The University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. I learned much about the nature of aging and of dying. I learned, among other things, that life is its own cycle. We’re born dependent and most of us die that way. We’re born with limited faculties and capabilities and most of us die that way. The essence of our developed character manifests itself acutely in those last days. If we were gentle, gracious and giving – that seems to manifest. If we were angry, bitter and unsettled – that also seems to reappear. Thus I have labored to become something of noble character – that even the orderly making the nightly rounds would admire in my last days. Yet life in general is a challenge to that character development.

I have likely exited the more productive days of life and entered into the more reflective stage. Conspicuously absent now is the pressure, the drive and some of the ugliness that produced. As I reflect and return to grace for refuge there is a newfound peace that I haven’t known for a while, if ever. In many ways – these are the days.