Are beginnings and ends mere words, or reality?
Milestones in change, on this project of mine called life,
They are sometimes planned, mostly not.
The big ones change things forever,
And so do the smaller ones, just gently and quietly.
Like the waves on a beach in summer.
In the ocean of love, where we all drift.
“It passed from His side and water flowed.”
This is beginning of all ends, the end of the beginning.