A Poem Is a Song

"The Story" is for time. "The Seasons" is for times. "The Song" is for the rain and divides the time.

The Seasons

Autumn:

In the nostalgia of autumn, as leaves flee, so also do they fly.

I speak of old behavior and the fallen, lustful heart. Passion, properly

defined as patient love, is the eye through which light enters.

Winter:

The briskness of winter blues is the longing for fire.

I speak of weather on the spectrum of religion, where the hearth is safe.

Spring:

Picture, then, the delicacy of pastel petals.

Christianity is the walk of a springing courtship. To walk alongside God

is to be with Him in the morning, in the evening, and all year round.

Summer:

Oh, for the summers that ripen the fruit!

The ultimate pen begs the order of God, then man, then woman. I write

as the woman who discovers the well near the vineyard in Eden. There

is a lemon tree there, coated with milk and honey, near the berry bush,

whose lovely aroma perfumes the air. I also see an olive tree. I have made

an essence of the aloes.

The Song

Within these notes are an offering similar to that of Magdalene's.

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To God be the glory. This book is for you.

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