Gray Hair Is a Crown of Glory
Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained by a life lived rightly.
Do I count aging only as loss, and never count what has been gathering?
📝Reflection
There was a season when I counted only the youth I was losing. Yet this ancient line calls gray hair a crown — not something lost but something earned. If each white strand holds a winter endured and a promise kept, it is no shame but a medal. Age comes on its own, but the grain that befits it remains only in the one who walked straight.
🌱Apply It Today
Today, find one grain that time has given someone older than you, and honor it — even if only in your heart.
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.