When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false and true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overheard
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

w. b. yeats

dedicated to fr. kevin o farell ocso for your fidelity to monastic life through the years. In everything you do, you have shown us the face of Christ...