It's more than just riding off into the Sunset it seems

Perspective near the Tail End

Does having so little future

in comparison to my 75-year past

(which seems like but an instant)

allow me to see

the rites, rituals, prayers, etc.

I experienced

as being significant

on my life/spiritual journey

in a different light,

indeed,

as meaningless delusions

or at best

as mere rest-areas

on the

Climb Up?

Trouble with so many of those

rest-areas

(if that’s all they were)

is that

I resided in them

 for far too many of my precious moments of life,

stalling the Climb Up.

Wait!

Maybe it’s not a Climb Up,

but a Deep Descent,

and the

rites, rituals, prayers, etc

were hand-holds

that kept me from making

the Deep Descent Within

to where God resides.

So now with precious few moments left,

I will just let go

of all those silly handholds,

while I still have the time

and wits

to do so.

Here I come, God . . . one way or another

NB: A Dear Friend pointed out to me that

all of the rest stops, hand-holds, diversions,

missteps, bruises and scratches,

were teaching moments for me

and served to help me be Who I AM today.

OK, OK