A poem by Dick Biggs
Life’s turning points are as sure as the die
Just a matter of when, so why not decide?
To embrace these transitions as ways to grow
‘Tis folly to ignore what you already know.
Make a vow to adapt to the crises of life
There’s no reason to suffer more stress or strife.
Quite often change becomes a blessing in time
While making you wiser in pursuit of your prime.
No change is impossible, no one is exempt
You can step out in faith or shrug with contempt.
Life comes in cycles, no two are the same
To claim nothing’s new is a naïve game.
Some change is impractical, some thing must endure
You need worthile values, so profound and pure.
Plus a noble purpose to guide you each day
And give life meaning as you forge your way.
But most things do change, it’s a natural law
You can believe this is truth or stand there in awe.
It may be uncomfortable, it may cause pain—
Won’t a regretful heart be a greater strain?
With every change, there’s an outcome to bear
So accept the challenge, for life’s seldom fair.
Be willing to risk and you’re bound to find
More courage and strength from a positive mind.
Be bold, be daring, be receptive to change
For most things are better when you rearrange.
Get out of the rut, seek a new vitality
Move beyond the old to a fresh reality.
Ah, life has turning points, they won’t disappear
Rise up to greet them and conquer your fear.
The choice is simple, it’s as clear as can be:
Will I master change or will change master me?
This poem was taken from John Maxwell’s The Difference Maker pp.94-96.