For the next thirty miles or so into Burlington I listened to the two minute and thirty-second song over and over. I decided that the song told my story and perhaps your story too. Let me share.
This bitter earth bore me three beautiful children. A son and two daughters. While God, in his infinite wisdom, took my son at the age of four months in 1969, he has allowed my two girls to stay with me into my winter season of life. My oldest has given to me two wonderful grandsons. During my life as I have shared their love I have been so fortunate to share my love with a host of family – spouse, siblings, in-laws, nieces, nephews, cousins as well as a sundry of fiends.
The speaker at my high school graduation remarked: “Everyone has a candle to be lit. Find your candle and light it for the whole world to see.” I hope that my life has not been like the dust that hides the glow of a rose. I hope that my life has been a beacon of service and a ray of godliness for all.
Yes, this bitter earth has been cold at times. During the Summer season of my life I struggled to raise and support a family while fighting against the biases of the society. I wondered, at times, why this albatross around my neck. Now, I feel that the Fall of my life was a measure of my youthful struggles. A testament to my contributions to the society. Yes, in this “Winter of my life,” there is voice within me that cries for the answer to the question: "Have I lived a meaningful life?" I believe that God has answered my call in the 30th Chapter of Psalms, the 5th verse: