I can feel my life closing in on me.

The eyes weaken and the light is too much so I make it dark with glasses and shades,

The body cramps and crinkles so I move slowly and can go less far, 

The mind recalls less and less with certainly so that more is mystery 

The known world becoming smaller,

The noises now more quiet, words only sounds,

There is a less certain world, in some ways smaller in some ways more infinite,

And so as I move to second childhood of simplicity I hear the voice bringing

Me to a halt, bringing me to stillness

And knowing He is God.