A Season for Everything…

There is a season for every purpose in

Life; but is there enough time as we journey

through happiness and strife.  Is the purpose

of tomorrow, too live with greater or less pain

and sorrow.

To love and hate at the same moment, to

laugh, cry, and comfort.  Throw stones

and gather them to build a wall, to make

love not war.

Seek, find and forget, will this put one’s

soul at rest, will one be at their best.

Ignore or embrace the disarray, life does

not have to be filled with pain or trouble;

if you allow the pleasure of it to stay.

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall, there

might be a purpose for these seasons after

all.  Do we remember, do we take time

to recall.

Branches bare, snow everywhere, sweet

buds, thawing mud, summer breeze.

frosty leaves, tumbling to the ground

turning brown.

Summer, fall, winter, spring…yes, I believe

we must make time and understand our

lives.  There has to be an earthly purpose for

everything.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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