All must change

05/04/21

When the nights are torn apart,

With whirling winds,
With worrisome words,
With weary whispery.

I toss and turn,

My hair like the ocean,
My arms like the tempest,
My head like the galaxies.

Is there a rhythm in my restlessness?
Is there fear in my restlessness?
Is there hope in my restlessness?

Change,
All must change.

Yesterday’s old house
Tomorrow’s complex.

Yesterday’s apple tree,
Tomorrow’s flats.

Yesterday’s childhood,
Tomorrow’s old age.

How can it be?

Ten years ago?
Twenty years ago?
Thirty years ago?

Dear Lord,
How can it be?

If I’m growing like a withered oak tree,
What about them?

I see tiredness where there was a spring.
I see confusion where there was sharpness.
I see exhaustion where there was patience.

There is no respite,

from the whirling of the galaxies,
from the cycling of the seasons,
from the momentum of the years.

On and on,
Until no more.

Unless I turn my face to the One.

And I remember,

What my mind cannot remember.
What my heart cannot remember.
What only my soul can remember.

That lone ship who survived,

Through death,
Through destruction,
Through destitution,

To the dawn…

By the Grace of Our Creator,
By the Mercy of Our Creator,
By the Love of Our Creator.

The distant stars glimmering,
The loud waves crashing,
The quiet soul longing.

And my heart stops racing.
And my thoughts stop pacing.
And my soul stops crashing.

All those stories,
All those songs,
All those sighs, 

Tell the same tale.

The world may crash and burn.
The world may change and spin.
The world may vanish and return.

Rootless,
Anchor-less 
Borderless 

We sail on.

On wings of twinkling stars, 
On wings of frothy waves,
On wings of steadfast faith.

There is no fear in the horizon.

Only,
Infinite Peace.

Only,
Eternal Light.

Only,
Timeless Presence.

How small a human life is,
for the hungry heart of a galaxy.

How vast a human body is,
for the nucleus of a cell.

How intricate a human destiny is,
for the ever abiding Angels.

And the morning comes,

With a chorus of twitterings,
With a ruffle of wings,
With a soft whisper.

The nightingale stops for a bite.
The robin drops in for a visit.
The sparrows never linger for long.

How familiar are their ways…

Like the return of the spring,
Like the return of the morning,
Like the return of his wooing. 

Change,
All must change.

Except the truth that remains true.
Except for the past that remains passed.
Except for Our Creator who remains the One who created

Us.
You.
Me.

Change,
Let it all change.

Change,
Let me change.

Change,
Let yourself change.

Our essence,
Our soul,
Our love,

are safe in His Hands.