Blossoms and ravines, roses and thorns
Life's river runs still, sometimes storm-shook.
Spring seems like a dream, in any other season
And Summer beyond reach in
The falling leaves of Autumn, with Winter in the breach.
Winter, cold dark passage - is there any other way?
Frozen river, frozen mountain, frozen heart to scale
Our hope in hibernation, and our faith failing.
Just as Summer never lasts, so Winter's cold must pass
Its not over yet - the coldest yet to come
But we've planted a seed in the midst of our suffering.
We won't know what it will be
Until the pale sun warms earth's crust
It could be patience, it could be faith, love or simply trust...
A trust in the seasons, that in the Summer we bloom
And in the Winter we sow
Without knowing so - the seeds of our joy.
Lisa de Jong
Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy.
Yes, they go out weeping, carrying seed for sowing
And return singing, carrying their sheaves.
|Wellington, New Zealand|