In spring began the resurrection of
My faith and body, psyche, and my mind;
Again from God above I had found love--
I never dreamed that life could be so kind.
The summer was my adolescent time
When I discovered lust for someone else.
It was quite innocent and so sublime
Yet much of it was guided by impulse...
When autumn came, my years were waning then;
I knew my time on earth would be cut short.
I realized that I would die, but when?
Would I face God in His judicial court?
In winter they lay me in my own tomb;
Unpleasantness had taken its harsh toll.
My soul returned within its doom and gloom;
I needed once again to be made whole.