Seasons

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.