A Season of Change, Regeneration

I wrote this first poem on the first day of November. It came back to my mind this morning when thinking over this past year and what has been done. God has fulfilled what I wrote back in November in such beautiful ways, and I felt compelled to rewrite the poem in light of today. The November one is first; the June one is second.

The morn' of November

A crisp chill lingering in the stillness

Can you feel the season of change?

A regeneration

Old leaves fall and the new ones will come

Yet it's all in its own time

Ordained by the Creator of all

One must be tossed and turned about

Eager to escape its stem, root of life

But ever more, must cling stronger still

Are we so adamant to hang on to what is dying?

Or do we desire a rebirth

A regeneration

Blossoms on the brink but hearts must mend

In this season of winter to come

Finding a new joy in the creator of all

The morn' of November and season of winter very soon shall pass

On the brink of the revival of spring

Can you feel the season of change?

A regeneration?

June 9, 2007

The morning of June
A warm breeze breaking the stillness
Can you feel the season of change?
A regeneration
The leaves have come and the flowers push forth
Yet it was all in its own time
Ordained by the Creator of all
One has been tossed and turned about
No longer eager to escape its stem, root of life
For it is through that living water has been found
We are no longer so adamant to hang on to what is dying
For we have seen the rebirth
A regeneration
Blossoms in full presence and hearts mended still
After this season of winter has passed
We have found a new joy in the Creator of all
The morn’ of November and season of winter has soon passed
We have entered into the revival of spring
And we feel the season of change
A regeneration