Back From The Future

In time, an end arrives to all my pushing,
Encouragement, and helping folks move on;
The reasons vary widely – slow, or rushing –
Each ending has not finished with a song.

Sometimes I wish that folks would greet assistance
With keen anticipation, jump right in;
But often my approach gives consternation,
Rejection, fast refusal to begin.

Of course there's times like now which come with mother,
Where health and other changes do conspire
To bring an end to helping – she needs others
To help her with the things she now requires.

While other ends come quickly through promotions,
And moves across the country to advance;
For there are multi-factors all in motion
And life today is like a fluid dance.

Then readiness, and channels best for learning,
Play into these dynamics in our course;
And people sometimes fight what they are yearning,
Refusing to accept required resource.

Of all the things which put an end to action,
As I sum up my journey, there is one –
(These changes bring in me such strong reaction
As I step back), let other gifts help mom.

I know it's better, and new life awaits me
At starting of next section of the road;
But fondness for her, and these precious memories,
Place on my heart a new and heavy load.

O Lord, I ask your help in this transition,
As I let go, take up new tasks in You;
To play whatever part of mom's condition,
And grasp with vision clear what comes in view.

I thank you, Lord, for all our times together –
Of outings, lunches, laughter, and our jokes;
For GKM, and coping with the weather,
For all your kind, supportive, loving folks.

Now I return to life that's changed forever,
And face the changing-sameness that arrives;
Help me to enter life, support together,
With all the gentle people in our lives.

It's three o'clock, yet nine o'clock arriving,
As we fly with the sun which rises soon;
I've had some sleep, addressed my futile striving –
I'll step back now, give other people room.

I change my clock – so still it is the evening –
A bit of time (back home) before I sleep;
I'll do my daily journal ’fore our leaving,
So we this river-cruise good memories keep.

When we get home, we'll get there in the evening,
While folks who live in France will be asleep;
We will rejoin our families, future leaving,
And seven hours ahead let Angels keep.

Lord, thank you for this journey to the future;
This chance to step ahead where others spend
Their days and nights, give health, and vintage nurture,
Till harvest comes, and one more season ends.

As we return, the harvest is upon us,
With farmers busy taking in their crops;
Help us let go of past, and Lord, forgive us,
Help us move on, and make the future tops.

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