I love Springtime, I don't know about you but it brings
a whole new way of looking at life for me, its so aptly
named because everything just seems to be springing
to life and coming alive, lambing and calving, the
blossoms blessing us with their presence as we drive
along the road.
Springtime always seems like a time of new beginnings,
I try out new recipes, I want to change my home around,
to spring clean, to connect with people more, it has a
certain hope about it, ushering in a kinder time for a
lot of us as it closes the door on a nearly forgotten
winter.
There are seasons in our life as well, I wrote about it in
a poem last year.
THE REFINING.
Like a piece of driftwood, washed up on the sand
being scorched in the summer sun,
is the battle weary man.
Beside the rotting seaweed, amid the twigs & leaves
The shipwrecked man bent over, on his knees he pleads
For the carefree days again
He wants to look inside himself to find the courage within
His strength is spent, he knows that know
Where does he begin?
Along the stormy coastline, being tossed, to and fro
You see the broken man now
He's learning to let go
Of the things that just don't matter
The things that do not last,
His mind is at rest
He's making peace with his past.
See along the breakwater, walks an upright man
He's found a safe harbour where no sediment collects
With the seagulls overhead, alongside the buds bursting
The peaceful man rejoices, no longer thirsting
Like a piece of driftwood, washed up on the sand
soaking in the summer sun
the seasons refined the man.
As poetic as it sounds, yet refining time can be painful. Only resilient people will pass the test.
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