The Last Daisy

I walked by
The last daisy bloom
In the garden at work.

No matter how I might resist,
Change happens.
Every day.

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The teachers say,
Do not resist. Accept.
But it’s so hard.

I am attached
To the way things are,
The people I see,
The world I know
(Or think I know).

What if I welcomed
The new, the different,
With the same energy that
I resist?

Welcome, fall.
Welcome, change.
See what is to come.

Look! I’m doing a new thing;
now it sprouts up; don’t you recognize it?
I’m making a way in the desert,
paths in the wilderness.– Isaiah 43:19, CEB

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