Visiting the old neighborhood,
Streets that once seemed spacious,
Grass that once was meticulously mowed,
Wild and unkempt.
Trees growing in the ditches.
At the old school house swings that were sufficient,
Now so small,
Water fountains once used with ease
Now require stooping over so far.
Parking lot of the little church
Half-grown over with grass,
Still mowed, but gravel no longer seen.
Memories of old float through my mind,
Walking to school with a friend ,
Learning to whistle,
Taking a shortcut,
Riding bikes down the large hills that
Now seem so small driving down in a car.
Life Goes On,
And death is part of life.
Old friends now moved on.
All looks familiar and yet so strange.
Life was not so much about a place anyway.
It’s the people who are important.
Old friends gone
New friends found.
That was then
This is now.
Dreams still to be reached for
In new places and with new people
Who also need to be loved.
Moving ever forward.
Leaving the past behind
Except for the memories
Kept dear in the heart.
But God is always near,
The One Variable
Who never changes,
Never stops loving,
Never moves on.