‘Tis The Season

Tis The Season short poem

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Unpleasant things of life, once completely frozen,
are now thawing and melting away.

Wisdom has taught us that such things,
like ice caps, never came to stay.

To all things, there is an ultimate purpose.
This truth is certain; no need to suppose.

Our lives will always bring “seed time and harvest”.
Reaping always follows with rewards for what we invest.

May we release and not retain treasures in our chest.
Once dispatched, may we simply relax and rest.

Be wise, and beware not to rush the Spring Season.
Ample time and testing in the process, is the reason.

Day and night will not cease, nor cold and heat.
And life must yield both the beauty and the beast

May we be patient and still, when happy seasons seem to stall
When due, Summer will surely come, and so will Fall

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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