A Poem by Theresa Moore
Change. . .the very sound of the word can seem harsh to my ears,
the realities of it often hard for me to accept:
the loss of the familiar – a different place to call home, a new routine;
a loved one no longer waiting, eager for my call or visit;
the briefness of babyhood when you waited so long to hold that grandchild!
health and well-being, once taken for granted, unexpectedly altered.
But change, we say, is one of the only sure things – inevitable,
to be embraced, a challenge that holds hope in its possibilities.
The seasons give assurance that this is so:
barren tree bones, eagerly watched for the first signs of budding
and the unfurling of new leaves;
the cocoon, with its delicate cargo, waiting for the moment of transition
that changes it into the beautiful creature it is destined to be;
trees clothed in green gradually changing, changing until their flaming colors
take our breath away. . .
. . .perhaps it is the fear of letting go that ensnares me.
I want to let go of the fear I associate with change, open my hands to release the familiar and accept the changes that are offered to me.
So I will be still and listen more closely and trust more fully,
to hear the wind as it whispers softly to the dangling leaf:
“It is time – just let go. . .”
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