My hubby retired after 23 years in the same position. It made me think about how things come to an end. How do you handle endings?
- T’s crossed, deadlines met, papers tucked into color-coded folders
- Endings are boring, and mine tend to be sloppy
- Things come to end? Not on my watch!
God is unchanging; not so our jobs, projects and ministries. Do you have the grace to end well?
There is no chance of ending well,
no greeting to another life.
In this hot and bloody hell
there’s just one constant, strife.
I’ll keep things going to the last,
and then push past that place
but time is running far too fast
and I feel death’s cold embrace.
I wish, I wish! my heart would cry
if I might give it voice,
but it’s stuck with a hard goodbye
for that’s my spirit’s choice.
On that morning after, please, no surprise
if you take one last look, and see me rise.
If I don’t see you rise, Andrew, I trust that one future day I will see you risen.
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