The truth is
Most friends and companions
In our life
Will come and go
There is a sadness in that
And also a beauty
To say goodbye is hard
But a new hello is through the next door
The letting go of one hand
Means the holding onto the next
And somehow
By God’s wonderful design
Our paths and seasons
Our parts
Our tapestries
Weave together
In a remarkable way
So that
When we look back
rather than mourn the losses
The ones who walked away
The ones we had to leave
We are grateful for them
And all they brought in that season
How they changed you
And how you changed them


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