As 'winter' descended with a vengeance this week
conversations turned season-ward...ready or not, winter always comes!
I hope/try to be a four-season lover both literally and metaphorically!
For everything we love in seasons that never stay,
each season holds so many unexpected and lovely surprises
if we keep our hearts, arms, ears and eyes open!
Yesterday I lingered over this tray of autumn-gourds,
aka, the Creator's creations
I was reluctant to trade them for more Christmas-flavored décor...
...but then, Christmas joy cheers autumn sorrow!
though, subconsciously I am already preparing for the pangs, when the time comes
of tucking away dried orange slices and cookie-cutter stars,
(however, it feels like I just did that and here we are, hanging them once more!!!)
For we, four-season lovers
Of green, gold, red and white
Of constantly bowled over
By waves of sheer delight
Of shamelessly confounded
By annual buffets
Of creation unbounded
To enchant and amaze
Of thought, agog with wonder
Of hearts taken by storm
As God turns mortal thunder
To worship’s purest form
Of love’s aleatory
Hymn, from we, humbly awed
At fringes of the glory
And majesty of God
For we, four-season lovers
That grapple with heart-ties
Tangled in fields of clover
And colors of sunrise
And friendships, forged with flits of
Petalled and feathered things
And all the lovely bits of
Beauty each season brings
From spring’s green-misted bowers
To summer’s butterflies
To autumn’s tattered flowers
To winter’s wooly skies
We find fresh exclamations
Of gladness to console
Farewells. Joy heals abrasions
Where love had left a hole
For we, four-season lovers
Imbibed with glints of time
As thankfulness discovers
Life’s commonplace sublime
To startle us with laughter
Rather than vain laments
As God regales both rafter
And deep, with excellence
His goodness fills each season
With His marvelous ways
To kindle perfect reason
To praise Him all our days
To give Him more than merely
Religion’s austere nod
But rather worship dearly
Our four-season God
© Janet Martin
To give Him more than merely
Religion’s austere nod
But rather worship dearly
Our four-season God...
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Ps.147
Praise ye the Lord: for it is good to sing praises unto our God;
for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:
Who covereth the heaven with clouds,
who prepareth rain for the earth,
who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.
The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.
He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them.
Praise ye the Lord.
