Transitions of seasons,
Launching and blessing.
Giving away what wasn't given,
God is my supply from which I can give.
In the giving blessing,
Undone places are healed.
Reorder all that's been unfinished.
Grief transforms to celebration,
Sorrow gives way to joy.
Struggle of journey softens,
Peace and contentment washed with love.
So much to pack into a few days,
Really just need to rest.
Not about last minute preparation,
Truth is son is ready to fly!
He will be just fine,
Love does win the day.
Love wraps up his departure,
He has journeys and adventures to live.
His metal will be tested,
He's seen modelled failure, get up, fall forward.
Truth is keep falling forward,
Deep struggle produces deep roots.
Intimacy with Father,
Everything will work out.
Don't have to worry about missing it,
God has many paths to the same end.
Love wins the day,
Cost all that you have.
Exposes the heart,
Go deeper in love with Him.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.