Thirty-Two
A Song of Endings and Beginnings
Let us sing of our completions, smooth, round,
Silvered voices to praise Your Name.
Every season holds starts and stops,
Years of trees and spirits and souls,
Days ripe with harmony and turning,
Circled, cycled, to order our lives.
Inside each completion,
We hear Your creation; Inside our creations,
We resound with Your voice.
Let us mold a new shape for our completions,
Fluid and longing, subtle limbs
That lead us onward to praise Your name.
Every season casts away its jagged edges,
Rubs away the torn moments
To rejoice in the realignment
Of old ways made straight.
Inside each refitting,
We renew again Your creation,
Pulling it taut against us,
A firm bound shield of Your affection.
Let us sing of our completions.
Your hand hovers, blesses,
Bids us move to new beginnings.
Your hand moves us forward,
Toward unimagined completions.
