The old oak tree stands alone.
Amidst a waning forest and dying dreams
Of companionship and days to come
Of longevity in a single spirit,
Binding them together.

The old oak tree stands alone,
Its branches stretched to fullest height
Of possibilities and youthful wants -
The heartbeat of a verdant past.

The old oak tree stands alone
In chilling cold and stabbing rain,
Mounting efforts to keep alive.

The old oak tree stands alone,
Reduced to a distant murmur.

The old oak tree stands alone.

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And so another leaves. No pun intended. No one, I repeat, no one, can ever fully comprehend the emotions that come with leaving and returning and setting up house and tearing it down, if they're never been through it themselves. It is an experience unique to those who've gone through it, yet in turn unique to every individual. There is nothing to describe it aptly. Nothing. That is not to say that it has been reduced to insignificance. It is completely the opposite. It is a complex maneuvering of the persistent path of life. And I say persistent because life simply goes on. No one waits for you to collect your emotions before you move on to the next station. No one will collect them for you because it is something only you can collect for yourself. And the earth spins. Revolving, rotating, rotating, revolving. How shall we embrace the two? Rotaving? Revolting?

And so the next station approaches with gaining speed. Yet it is not the station that is moving but the train. Do you get off or stay on? Will anyone be there to meet you if you get off and if you decide to stay, will anyone look after you? My personal conviction is that no one can do it alone. We all need someone to meet us at the station or be our companion if we stay. Because very simply, we were created for fellowship. With God and with each other.

So my time is approaching. To get off or to stay on. Either way, I'm not sure I'll have anyone to meet me or stay with me. And that, is the scariest thought of all.