I returned, Tuesday, from a trip in which I celebrated a family wedding and, two days later during this same week, received the news of a family death. Joy followed by sorrow. In this life, laughter and tears pursue one another in unknown and unpredictable cycles.
Although the week’s October temperatures soared to mid-summer highs, I find courage and comfort in the still somewhat predictability of earth’s seasons, in the promises of Scripture, and in the presence of the Spirit of Jesus.
The following poem is my reflection about “Winter”.
Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring, Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall— Fall to Winter; We, forever, recycle Until abruptly, Death ends our denial. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust; Our spirit returns To God who is just. Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring, Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall-- Fall to Winter; The cycle is ending For someone we love; We're still pretending Winter will come. Spring will soon follow. We hope for more time; Death’s hard to swallow. Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring, Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall-- Fall to Winter; Too soon comes the call. We hear it with hope And still try to stall-- Not wanting to leave, Not wanting to stay, There’s conflict within; We struggle and pray. Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring, Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall-- Fall to Winter; The battle is over. Victory’s been won! We see composure-- Peace on the face Of a loved one departed; The cycle goes on; Yet, death’s been outsmarted. Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring, Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall-- Fall to Winter; Will I cycle once more? My question’s not answered; I cannot be sure. Grace upon grace Has been given to me; I wonder, sometimes, At the goodness received. Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring, Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall-- Fall to Winter; In this moment of time, What will I do With breath that is mine? I’ll not stay too long In my lament; I can never recover Time not well spent. Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring, Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall-- Fall to Winter; I’m more peaceful this year. Though I may tremble And feel insecure, I know from experience, Grace will be sufficient. In joy and in sorrow, God has been present. Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring, Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall-- Fall to Winter . . . Jane Ault 10/3/2019
Beautiful Jane. It touched my heart. I am sure that God gave you those words as He has me in my poetry. God bless you !
Thank you, Susan! I appreciate your affirmation. God bless you in your poetry writing!
Beautiful Jane ! It really touched my heart. I am sure God gave you those words as he has often has me with my poetry. God bless you !
I’ve been thinking of seasons lately because all of the children have gone and we are now officially empty nesters. I am wondering what this next season holds. The thing that never changes is Jesus! Thank you for the reminder, Jane.
Praying for you and your family as you mourn the loss of your loved one. May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit, you may abound in hope. May the hope of the resurrection and happy memories bring you comfort in this season of grief.
Thank you so much, Sandy, for your concern and prayers. My hope and peace are increasing. As I, daily, look to Jesus, the Spirit encourages me with words of Scripture. I feel undergirded by the prayers of friends like you.
Jane, that is one of the most beautiful poems that I’ve read on seasons and times of transition! Thank you for using your gift to bless and encourage others.
Thank you, Laurell! Praise be to God. It’s through times of struggling and pain that he gives me the best verses. I’m grateful when others are blessed, as I share them.
Jane , I just wonder as you do..will I cycle again… this is a thought provoking poem. Thank You
Thank you for your comment, Genie. I rest in the certainty of God’s faithfulness to keep his promise never to leave or forsake me.