seasons change.
i wrote a poem. spare me your judgements, i’m new at this. it’s a lot of thoughts from a lot of things i’ve been reading all in one.
what sense can you make of it?
a tree, in full bloom & clothed by spring —
yeilded to the dull, brown leaves of winter
and wallowing on the decaying earth
what do you make of yourself?
a redeemed soul, with a place in the heavenlies —
frolicking about in the mud & grime
and parading around on a ship bound to sink
what of the tree?
those golden autumn leaves in all their vanity —
signal the coming of a bitter cold & frost
and the shedding of a season’s foilage
what of you?
your pride masquerades as the leaves of fall
until you mortify your flesh to God
& winter leaves you as the lifeless trees
spring shall again come.
green will shoot from barren branches
death will yield to all new things
& our hearts will be fixed in Christ as evergreens
