The seasons of the soul


The „Soul” has its „Seasons”
Just the same as the year.

I, too, must pass through
Life’s autumn of dying,
A desolate period
Of heart-hurt and crying.

Followed by winter
In whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen

As the snow-covered land.
Yes, man too must pass
Through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge
That everything ends.

And, Oh! What a blessing

To know there are reasons
And to find that our soul
Must, too, have it’s seasons.
„Bounteous Seasons”
And „Barren Ones,” too.
Times for rejoicing
And times to be blue.

But meeting these seasons
Of dark desolation
With strength that is born
Of anticipation
That comes from knowing
That „autumn-time sadness”
Will surely be followed
by a „Springtime of Gladness.”

[Helen Steiner Rice]

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10 gânduri despre „The seasons of the soul

  1. bai! this is not sexy!!! :)) trebuie sa te gandesti la vara, la soare, caldura, nu inimi inghetate, pipote si alti ficati!!! 🙂 :*

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