The Seasons and I

© Jeanne E Webster All rights reserved

 

Gentle rains sprinkled their drops
Upon your seeds of infancy;
You burst forth in innocent rapture
Richly adorned with velvet greens.

Warm rays of sunshine soothed your bosom;
You sparkled with bright colorful displays.
Mature and strong were your gestures,
Fulfilling your designated plan.

Rustling in with cool, dry breezes
Autumn interrupted your attempt at glory,
Fading away your majestic beauty,
Leaving you stooped, wrinkled and grey.

Abruptly entered cold, harsh winter,
Drawing to a close the role you played,
Blanketing you in pure, white finery

For
Services
Rendered…
Such are the seasons and I.

Give Thanks

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Copyright 2014 Jeanne E Webster.

  

Eccl. 3:1-8 “To everything, there is a season and a time for every purpose under the heavens.”

 

I am thankful for ALL God’s TIMES in my life:

 

A time to be born

…and a time to die.

A time to plant

…and a time to pluck up that which is planted.

A time to kill

…and a time to heal.

A time to breakdown

…and a time to build up.

A time to weep

…and a time to laugh.

A time to mourn

…and a time to dance.

A time to cast away stones

…and a time to gather stones together.

A time to embrace

…and a time to refrain from embracing.

A time to get

…and a time to lose.

A time to keep

…and a time to cast away.

A time to rend

…and a time to sew.

A time to keep silence

…and a time to speak.

A time to love

…and a time to hate.

A time of war

…and a time of peace.

 

Wishing us all insight into God’s purposes for our lives.

 

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

L’CHAIM

 

©  Jeanne E. Webster

 

 

Gentle rains sprinkled their drops

Upon your seeds of infancy.

You burst forth in perfect rapture

Richly garnished with velvet greens.

 

Rays of sun soothed your bosom;

You glistened with vibrant displays.

Mature and strong were your gestures,

Justifying your chosen plan.

 

Rustling in with cool dry breezes

Autumn disturbed your finest glory,

Fading away your majestic beauty,

Leaving you aged, crinkly and grey.

 

Abruptly entered cold harsh winter

Embellishing the role you played.

Swathing you in pure white finery

For services rendered…

 

Such are the seasons and I.