Hear Joni share a sweet poem about the joys of growing older.
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada and as the years go by, as I get older, I often reflect on this beautiful old poem by Henry Van Dyke. It goes…
Let me but live from year to year
With forward face and unreluctant soul
Not hastening to, nor turning from the goal
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To youth and age, and travels on with cheer
So let the way wind up the hill or down
Though rough or smooth, the journey will be a whirl
Still seeking what I sought when I was but a girl
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown
I shall grow old, but never lose life’s zest
Because the road’s last turn will be the best.
Friend, that’s a beautiful poem and those are sweet words to remember as we all grow older.
© Joni and Friends