I’ve long thought of life in the context of life seasons. Probably a throwback to The Outsiders and Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay.
The other night, as I was sitting outdoors while effectively commemorating the end of Labor Day weekend. I observed my yard. It’s something I do often, kind of like a closing ceremony to the day. My eyes fixated on two crabapple trees that had seemingly become empty of their leaves over night.
I began considering seasons, and life seasons in particular.
It was not long ago that those trees were filled with vibrant blossoms and that birds were seeking shelter within the foliage. And now they are virtually empty. It was approaching nightfall and a thunderstorm was slowly rolling in.
It made me reflect on a lot, knowing I am sort of a tweener in life. I’m kind of middle-aged, but not yet willing to admit (or really believe) it. There are now two generations of that follow my GenX cohorts (yes, get ready because GenZ is the new GenY).
It’s rare that I am inspired to draft any form of poetry any longer. They other night, as a storm began to roll in and I surveyed my yard, inspiration struck! I hope it provokes you to ponder as well. No matter where you are in life, it’s never too late to get in sync with God.
Life Seasons and Realizing You’re Not Running Alone
Time waits for no man, and it eventually catches us all. The “wind” will catch up to and pass us all… but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t make an effort to keep pace until the fruitful end!
While it is rare that I am inspired to poetry all that often any longer, that not was a rare instance. Thought I would share. Hope you enjoy.
Life Seasons Past… and Yet Ahead
Barren are the crabapple trees,
paled by the crippler of my knees.
As they shake foretelling of storm,
I reflect on long ago morn,
when wind was well behind me.
Never did I ‘spect it would catch me,
and neither, I’m sure, did the trees.
Some day I may fight the coming dawn,
and seek not to fall, much like the apples
now clinging to golden summer glory.
The darken skies, though, they harken
us all to be mindful of our season’s end.
I reflect and ponder on what was,
and all of what might of been…
Remorse for youthful hubris I have known,
and many instances of wisdom shown.
Yet it is here that the trees, they stand,
ready to partake in another phase;
Rejuvenate us dear God, and our ways.
Strengthen our bonds and
straighten our bends.
Teach us to harmonize,
like these two friends.