Their raw youth
\nWas tenderly witnessed
\nBy age owed eyes
\nIn awe
\nTheir awkward glory
\nSurpassing polished learning
\nMore than could ever anew<\/p>\n
This poem is a reminder to both young and old about the raw beauty of youth, the vim and vigor, dream-filled ebullience, and grace-filled\u00a0awkwardness. \u00a0This poem can be understood without additional context, though the title — A\u00a0Choiring, Raw Youth — is perhaps both a clue and enigma. \u00a0This poem was inspired by a high school choir performing at the retirement community where my dad lives. \u00a0I was youthful in compare to the rest of the audience, but, I am at that age where high school kids look look younger every year — and eventually either they or I will be issued diapers! \u00a0The experience and perspective of age — age owed eyes — may be\u00a0uniquely able to appreciate the stunning juxtaposition of adolescent awkwardness and untainted talent. \u00a0For me, this elicited great compassion and hope. \u00a0It is a rare day that I would trade age for youth. \u00a0Though I frequently quip that youth is wasted on the young. \u00a0Still, even this quip is a cloaked compliment at the glory of youth, in awe of its awkwardness and blooming energy. \u00a0Their performance made a home for joy. \u00a0And as they headed out into the world, I trust that their freshness will continue to make this place we call earth ever anew. \u00a0I was bettered by the presence of their performance. \u00a0May people of awe ages give way to their fresh hope and awkward glory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Their raw youth Was tenderly witnessed By age owed eyes In awe Their awkward glory Surpassing polished learning More than could ever anew This poem is a reminder to both young and old about the raw beauty of youth, the … Continue reading