With red lights of apprehension flashing wildly
endings stroll into our lives.
We cannot stop it, or run from it.
When a season ends stable ground shakes like an earthquake.
The death of a loved one has a strength greater than man can create.
It can shift one’s trajectory in any unexpected direction
leaving the most organized person in a shambles.
But it is out of the dust that struts something stronger,
something beautiful, something new.