Abstract: Summer’s Coming
The grasses are tall and a deep green that grow along the trail,
And soon they will wither and die under the incessant summer sun.
What is vibrant and alive, dotted with white and violet flowers, will become brittle and yellow.
the lush landscape yielding to the season.
It is the a time of survival and escape,
of cool dips in the lake, river floats, and friendships with a pool.
It’s a time to explore the mountains to my north and east,
to discover their secrets and the glories only given to travelers willing to make the hike.
Life is full of these patterns dictated by the sun, her shine and her affects,
where we go and when, the beauty we behold once we get there.
Through all of these changes, cycles, and routines,
I affirm the confession of the Letterwriter:
“I was taught, by the Holiest Spirit how to,
in times of famine or drought,
flood and growth,
with my hands full or empty,
And no matter the condition of my heart,
or my state of mind,
I will do everything through Him.
I will swim in the summer and slog through the winter,
I will sing praise when I am broken and when full.
Regardless of the season or day,
He will always be my Sun,
My rain,
and my Earth.”
Amen.
