When I have earned
Silver-streaked hair,
Fine lines and deep folds –

I do not pray much,
If at all,
Honestly,
But I can honestly say –

When I am wiser,
When I understand enough
To pause,
I pray the privilege
Of a life well lived.

I pray memories,
Not regret.
I pray heartbreak,
Not a heart long sheltered.
I pray experience,
Not opportunities missed.

I pray love
Etched upon my face in wrinkles.

I pray gratitude
With my last Earthly breath.

Written by Helen Rose on February 3, 2019