Reflections

Destinations There is a new destination awaiting me,Just down the road around the bend. I wonder will the road be long, and content, or will the road be crooked And bent with hills to climb and rivers to cross.I wonder as to what is around the bend. The road I now travel is new to me,Although the site most certainly will be pleasingly. I smile and travel my road each day,And anticipate the curves along the way. Letting go Letting go, letting go,There are so many things that I must let go, All the yesterdays, all the dreams,All my favorite things, letting go, letting go, It’s so hard to keep letting go.The seasons change, all nature renews, Letting go of the past, letting go of you.Our season ended, my winter has begun. Letting go, letting go,The dark days of misery have taken springs place, Our sunrises and sunsets have all slipped away, The gray days of winter have replaced them instead. Letting go, letting go,The cold days of winter quickly will pass, Another reminder not all things will last.Letting go, letting go, my heart says no, Don’t rush the seasons, don’t rush the heart,Letting go of the past, letting go, letting go. It’s springtime at last, nature has awakened the Things of the earth, The trees are budding; green plants Spring forth, Letting go of the winter, nurturing my soul. I must be as wild flowers, fragrant and free, Bursting forth after the winter with beauty and grace. Letting go . . . letting go . . . Springtime of Life This is the springtime of my life, Time for fresh new beginnings, fresh starts, Time for letting go. The winter past is slowly ending. Springtime of now is settling in. I choose the winter, for I was content. However, nature wasn’t idle and those days Were already spent. My heart must be as springtime Its beauty to unfold anew. Nature is telling me it’s time to let go. Time for fresh new memories New mornings, new sunsets, new dreams. The winter has passed. That season is over. Welcome spring. Canvas of My Life Sketched upon the canvas was a face that resembled mine, …with gray hair, wrinkles and eyes that seem dimmed from time. I looked away with sadness, thinking I looked old. …Then I heard my conscience whisper, this is a reflection from your soul. I see within you a masterpiece just waiting to be made known. …The artist is not finished yet, he has many more strokes to go. He paints on the canvas day by day, as the book for your life unfolds. …Each gray hair represents a struggle, each wrinkle a trial endured. The smile upon your face brings to remembrance happiness and love. A reminder of the greatest story ever told. …The Master Painter is not finished yet; he has many more strokes to go, And when he is finished, a new beauty he will bestow. …The painting tells the story of the struggles and the pain. But when the canvas of life is finished and framed at God’s command …it will tell the happy story of his unfailing love. How he took out all the wrinkles, smoothed out all the lines …and painted in the colors to match the passing of time.