The once green leaves darkened and dried.
I never thought to just let them go.
I prayed for strength to keep and bear them.
Still, the crisp air came and began to rip them away.
Some twirled, some plummeted, some fast, some slow.
But all landed on the ground around me.
I didn’t believe they would wander far.
Give me the strength Lord, please.
They may still come back to me.
Slowly the wind picked them up.
One by one they flew further and further.
I tried reaching down to grab them.
God simply told me no.
I realized a season of change had come.
New leaves would surely emerge.
But only after the release of all the old.
Through the Stillness 
7 responses to “Season of Change”
Yes, there’s often a reluctance to let go of what we know. Your poem is a lovely reminder that in trusting God we can release the familiar as we look to the future.
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Thank you.
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This is beautiful. Very nice visionary here.
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Thanks!
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sometimes… just sometimes, letting go is hard to do. It’s hard to see what to grab on that is new. May the new be a good thing eh? 🙂
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Letting go is something that we can learn from the autumn trees. When it’s time to let go, the trees just give them up for the ground. How lovely!
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Thank you. 🙂
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