I have resisted change with all my will,
Cried out to life, “Pass by and leave me still.”
But I have found as I have trudged time's track
That all my wishing will not hold life back.
All finite things must go their finite way;
I cannot bid the merest moment, “Stay.”
So finding that I have no power to change
Change, I have changed myself. And this is strange,
But I have found out when I let change come,
The very change that I was fleeing from
Has often held the good I had prayed for,
And I was not the less for change, but more.
Once I accepted life and was not loath
To change, I found change was the seed of growth.