On Another Hill
Events that change the drift of time,
Stand each alone, but are in line.
The days are altered, the future falters
When the time for change its presence makes.
These changes that cannot be stopped,
Turn like the running wind across the mountaintop.
And bend we must to its fearful will,
Or else be left in its’ maelstrom.
So bend we do, and take on the change,
Often though unwilling, forced from our normality,
Now dashed, our hopes before this change
As we renew our life upon another hill.
