Last Sunday I taught the Sunday School class here at Evergreen, Greencroft. Our study is from the Psalms. The first three lines of the psalm began with an imperative admonition to “sing.” The Psalmist instructed us to sing a new song.
The imperative to do something new seemed to demand much from the residents in assisted living. When we were young we grew stronger and more skilled as we grew older. Now that we are old and still growing older our eyes and ears grow dim, we grow weaker and less adept and our minds sometimes fog. We move about with the aid of canes, walkers and electric chairs.
When I asked how we felt about the new year a retired minister volunteered that he was excited. He had not expected to live to be so old and to be in such good health at ninety years of age.
My Joy and I have good reason to sing new songs. About six weeks ago the car in which we were riding was totaled. My Joyce and I survived with no apparent injuries. Later we both felt aches and pains that must have come from being bumped around in the car.
But we do have a lot to be thankful for: Today I went with a friend to the noon men’s fellowship at College Mennonite Church. Another friend took me to the Life Long Learning class at Greencroft’s community center. There I met Joyce who had traveled by Greencroft’s taxi to the center. We returned by taxi to her apartment where we read part of a novel. I used my walker to come from Joyce’s apartment to mine. I am writing this to say that though we have nothing to brag about that in our hearts there rings a melody. We have much to rejoice about. Read and supply punctuation in the Haiku below:
sing singer sing sing
singer sing sing singer sing
sing sing singer sing