The winds of change are blowing
That much is plain to see
I watch the tide come rolling in
The swaying of the trees
Nature says, All will change
Or it will cease to be
Why is it we humans
Reject this earthly truth
And cause ourselves such suffering
Resisting as we do
Rejecting our own nature
We deny life with our mind
When that which once was precious
Must be left behind
Embrace what is before you
Giving it its due
And the gifts will be revealed
Once hidden from view
Each step we take
Reveals a truth
We couldn’t see before
When we were holding what we knew
That fact became a door
Concealing the bridge before us
Inviting us to more
Bridges must be crossed
To go from here to there
Crossing is a process
By which we are aware
Only of what we’re leaving
Not of what will be
Awaiting on the other side
Is life’s sweet mystery
The compost of our history
Creates a fertile ground
Letting go of what we know
Relinquishing it to earth
We bow our heads, giving thanks
Before we know new birth
Then new seeds can be planted
New growth will be found
Again our lives can flourish
Upon this hallowed ground
Copyright © 2002 Jodi Flesberg Lilly
That much is plain to see
I watch the tide come rolling in
The swaying of the trees
Nature says, All will change
Or it will cease to be
Why is it we humans
Reject this earthly truth
And cause ourselves such suffering
Resisting as we do
Rejecting our own nature
We deny life with our mind
When that which once was precious
Must be left behind
Embrace what is before you
Giving it its due
And the gifts will be revealed
Once hidden from view
Each step we take
Reveals a truth
We couldn’t see before
When we were holding what we knew
That fact became a door
Concealing the bridge before us
Inviting us to more
Bridges must be crossed
To go from here to there
Crossing is a process
By which we are aware
Only of what we’re leaving
Not of what will be
Awaiting on the other side
Is life’s sweet mystery
The compost of our history
Creates a fertile ground
Letting go of what we know
Relinquishing it to earth
We bow our heads, giving thanks
Before we know new birth
Then new seeds can be planted
New growth will be found
Again our lives can flourish
Upon this hallowed ground
Copyright © 2002 Jodi Flesberg Lilly
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