Since writing this snow already covers the ground and trees, and the river threatens at any minute to initiate its freeze.
In anticipation of summer’s return while staring into early winter as late autumn passes. Optimism is a cozy cushion from which to view the inevitable, both pleasant and not so much. Once upon a time, winter was my favorite play season. Alas, the regular passing of time requires the normal shifting of paradigms.
Summer is gone,
Over the horizon
Winter’s rest nears
Tree sap nestled in root bed
Sleeping, gathering strength
Awakening to renew as summer approaches
Spring hearkens to heaven
Renewed life sends notice
Arousing all from slumber, saying
We are approaching summer’s door.
No further entreating needed, we are expected.
Once again that time to desire summer’s linger.
Our Creator hard-wired into our nature the anticipation of looking forward to something. The absence of goals, unrelated to how big or small, diminishes having a sense of peace. When summer ends, and with autumn’s segue to winter, I always anticipate the coming of the following summer while enjoying this present journey toward it. Just like clockwork, the seasons hum through their allotted time.
Seasons of life. There is a time for everything and a season for every purpose under His heaven. When darkest gloom of night enshrouds, there is a reliable brightening of morning light to follow.
Seasons come and go in their time,
Faithfully to return.
In cycles, they move us from
Infancy to youth to mid-age to maturation of time.
In season’s course, we depart to go the way of all generations.
In faithfulness of God’s planning, these waymarks move us along our journey.
Season to season to season in an upward spiral,
Until we reach out our hand and touch the face of God,
Being embraced to know as we are known in His presence
His faithful dedication of promise fulfilled.
“Even to your old age and gray hairs
I AM He, I AM He who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.” Isaiah 46:4