Every now and then I wax poetic. Don’t worry. I don’t think it’s catching. But, today is my birthday and so I’m in a self-indulgent mood.
I wrote this poem at a time when I was thinking about the process of change and how it affects me each time I go through it. I also wrote it with a wish that someone close to me might see some hope in it for himself.
I think we all experience change in much the same way. Where we vary is how we are led, or lead ourselves, through it.
Anyway, here it is:
My Next Beginning
“We’ll be together until the end”
But the end came before the sun had set completely.
And I travelled alone
Through the greys and purples of the night
With only the light of the moon and stars
To guide me…
Sometimes bright enough
Sometimes hazed with the promise of rain
It seemed, quite suddenly
There was new light…a new day
Bright and hopeful
Filled with possibility
I smiled as I reflected on all I had learned
And I turned to greet
My next beginning.
What do you think about when you contemplate change? Is it a leader’s job to make change easier? or worthwhile? both? Something else?