The Space Between Endings

When one season ends,

like autumn leaves drifting to the ground,

Another begins,

like the first green sprouts of spring

both in their time,

both in His hands.

Lessons learned,

stones stacked one on another—

memories made

that time cannot fade.

Tears have been shed,

while laughter has spread,

like threads

woven into a living tapestry.

To the people I met,

to the places I went—

you stole my heart,

keeping a part.

To the days rushing near,

to the dreams yet to be—

you are distant and unknown,

mysterious, and yet out of reach.

But I will stand tall.

I will be brave.

For I know God

holds it all in His hands.

Here’s to the ending of a chapter,

now fully complete,

and the writing of the next

the one He has already foreseen.