Transition

My experience with you,

Loom large in my life, Lord.

I fall back on them,

I feel secure in them.

I can recall and interpret them,

I learn their meaning,

And yet again and again,

They leave me empty because,

They are part of yesterday,

Which is gone.

I see the newness of the leaves before me,

Never before have they been guests on this tree.

They are the product of sunlight and earth,

And they put my old life to shame,

Because I am not reborn daily,

In the nearness, to you.

I know that which is gone,

Is gone;

And you are here now,

And you want to be my sun and moon,

Lord of my life.

In the brightness of your suffering and anguish,

You want to renew yourself in me,

In the suffering that I accept, as from you.

Now,

You want to be my Lord.

Unchangeable and changed,

Because I am changing,

Unaltered in your ability,

To adapt to my life as,

My star.