To surrender back to Him what has always been His.
Is it because we think we will not care in this certain way again?
Or is it that we’re afraid there will be a day,
that we don’t remember them?
And it will then be clear, that it was only for a season.
And why are we so desperate to hold on to a season?
As though Summer won’t write words of love once more on our skin.
As though Winter won’t bring us its silent offerings, as treasures in the darkness.
As though joy won’t cause our heart to skip a beat
as Spring breaks us open,
and we respond and soften as a child, with pure expectation.
Why are we afraid to lose?
When we must lose to gain.
While each season’s gifts are spent, and running out like rain, through our hands….
a new day’s waiting in the wings.
Ana Lisa de Jong
|Whangamata, Cormandel Peninsula, New Zealand|