Oh for the want to
Skip like a calf
Light of heart,
Joyful in visage,
But wise in spirit.

Lord, though my days
Grow short and I
Feel old, not well,
Perhaps it’s just
My body preparing
Itself for the end
As well may come.

But this I know,
In you my spirit
Will live in Heaven:
No tears; no pain;
No grief; no aches;
No loss; no death;
Eternal Life
With you forever.

Be lifted up
My flagging soul.
Rejoice right now
For what’s to come
And skip
Like a calf.

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Skip like a calf? Seriously mooving!


But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its Winds. You shall go out leaping like calves from the stall.

Malachi 4:2 English Standard Version

As I was riding the bus from our village to the train station in the neighboring village, we passed a farm. The cows were out on the dewy field grazing in the delightfully fresh morning sunshine.  It was peaceful, bucolic. And in that very short span as the bus was passing by, along came three young calves, prancing and skipping about, kicking high and racing with a freedom that (to me) was enviable not only in its flexibility and grace of movement but in the pure abandonment with no inhibitions, or fear of admonishment, save for an occasioned raised bovine head or glossy-eyed stare. A delight to behold, and excellent metaphor of rejoicing!