Your Sense of Timing

O God of all seasons and senses,grant me your sense of timingto submit gracefullyand rejoice quietlyin the turn of the seasons. In this season of short days and long nights,of grey and white and cold,teach me the lessons of endings;children growing, friends leaving,jobs concluding,stages finishing,grieving over,grudges over,blaming over,excuses over. O God, grant me your sense…

Moving poem

Boxes are almost all packed,  inventory complete, brief done, transition time continues to tick away quickly.