For the Fall
We are, at times frustrated with not performing at peak
Or all at once decidedly resentful of striving for same
Then all at once at the snap of a finger, it seems
We jump the track from one paradigm to another
That is not true of course; as the road never ends.
There are crossroads when we must turn
Curves when we must bend
Steep inclines to surmount
And descents to anticipate
But pray they are all traveled with grace.
Just as spring brings new seeds to sow
Summer tending is tedious and slow
Fall bring us proper harvest to reap
Before the winter’s sleep
Resting in the promises He intends to keep.
As we enter the Fall
A harvest of color abounds
But some see the end of life,
And to others richness added.
Whether an end or fertile viewed
Crossroads or bend ensuing
Forever forwardly emerging,
Life portends.
© jwp 10810101ajmg
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