Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth.
~Constance La France
Summer flowers are dead and gone,
autumn leaves now cover the ground
at our feet, wind is tuning winter's song,
soon all will be homebound.
Jack Frost will be visiting soon,
the sun stays in bed until noon,
the north star can no longer be trusted,
weather vanes are rusted.
Snow is designing the process
of time as it does each season,
but hearth fires are warm, I gladly confess,
door shut for a reason!
Ice and snow keeps seedlings asleep
to gather strength for spring's green leap~
snowdrops and crocus are first to pop up,
bees come in now to sup.
The sun's warmth thaws out the garden,
flowers laugh giving free pardon
to those having hidden from winter's breach,
come out now, we beseech!
Imperfection
Written: by Tom Wright
2/18/2013
The world is full of imperfect things
And likewise, we’re all imperfect people
God prompts us in what each day brings
Seeing that we all are just laypeople
When ungodly things are done and said
That by tongue can never be retracted
It’s because of failure to look ahead
That we then rue the way we’ve acted
Each man is born with a nature to sin
God’s curse dating back to the garden
Our sin can be forgiven by Christ within
With the acceptance of God’s free pardon
In the stillness of the sea, I walk by the shore
Sound of wave comforting, promises more
But water can be unfriendly at the peak the tide
Dusk is impatiently glancing and so I must hide
Alone, I called out your name over and over
My voice pleads of forgiveness to this sinner
With trembling body I flee from the water
It's here, the familiar sound screaming!
Slapped to my face are giant waves of guilt!
Standing still, I hold on to my breathe
I discern another one blow is coming
To sanity I beg to save me from drowning
When darkness engulfed the fading light
Appeared to me are sharp accusing eyes
Memories hanging in the wind began to fall
Stinging, avenging, wanting me to crawl!
Then there was silent in every side of the hill
My lame body quivered, enfolded by the chill
Escape is at hand, I grasped where I stood
Before another wave of remorse gone bold.
From this labyrinth I live I wanted to flee
Set me free, pardon - be unto me.
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