The Promise of Change

I’ll get the hang of the future

That is coming

I’ll be a host to the reality

And the promise

I’ll figure it out,

Wait for it to arrive

I’ll claim a new spring in my step

Because it’s my new life.

Being beyond belief

Is where life starts

I return to the middle

Then surrender to the way it unfolds

You have to start somewhere.

I’m held and I’ll hold.

The seasons of loss,

Many flow in as the swaying of hope

Many a chance churns remotely in our minds.

Yet a single change

Is one of a kind.

As change repeats in it’s transitional orbit

Again we can forget and lose hope

May we get the hang of it

And truly let go.