How sweet are beginnings, the first of anything – how sad are the endings, beginnings always bring.

The first snowfall, the first sun’s rays, the early days of spring – the violet’s first appearance, is cause enough to sing!

Yet soon brown leaves must fall to earth, revealing trees with branches bare – while loved ones leave for other lands, their unfilled spaces bring despair.

With the first notes of a symphony, wings of joy seize my heart!  with the last flickers of the campfire, I know that we will part.

and so are mixed my joy and pain as on the cycle goes – the joy when flowers first appear, the dying of a rose.

One couldn’t be without the other, now you must surely see – in endings each, new life begins, so goes the mystery.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”  (Revelation 22:13)

sincerely,       Grace Day