I walked by
The last daisy bloom
In the garden at work.
No matter how I might resist,
Change happens.
Every day.
The teachers say,
Do not resist. Accept.
But it's so hard.
I am attached
To the way things are,
The people I see,
The world I know
(Or think I know).
What if I welcomed
The new, the different,
With the same energy that
I resist?
Welcome, fall.
Welcome, change.
See what is to come.
Look! I’m doing a new thing; now it sprouts up; don’t you recognize it?I’m making a way in the desert, paths in the wilderness. - Isaiah 43:19, CEB
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