Spirit of all times and seasons,
Spirit beyond all times and seasons:
I stand now watching the turn begin around me,
The movement of a season
And know that a change of seasons is within me as well.
The turning of the season in nature happens easily,
The turning of my own season is harder.
I do not desire to let go of what is familiar
When whatever comes next is not clear.
I prefer to stand in place, comfortable, unturning.
Yet unless I turn there can be no movement,
No hope, no possibility of change,
No growth in love.
Spirit of seasons,
Grant me the grace and flexibility to turn as nature turns,
Moving as one with light and darkness, cold and heat,
To no longer cling, to let go,
Trusting that with my turning new life will come.