A Summer of Many Seasons

Well, as much as I hate to admit it, there is a fall breeze in the air that symbolizes to me a changing of the seasons. Not only of the autumnal equinox, but of many aspects of my life. Another move looks me in the face at the end of the week, another place, another phase of education/work, another door opened, another one closed. Welcome to my life.

I say that it has been a summer of many seasons, for I have experienced much in a few short weeks. I have done a great deal of traveling, have had several "random" encounters with Christians who I knew from other areas who were far from home (in various locales), and have made some awesome new friends.

More and more I realize how much life is a balancing act and how it often does more harm than good to try and work out our own plans, when God's plans for us are so much better and wiser. It is a matter of trusting, as long and hard as that can be sometimes. If there is one thing that God is, it's faithful. :)

Good night.

Where I've Come

Below is a free verse poem whose words came to mind effortlessly. Although nowhere near perfect, it is what it is and it is my own. In such matters there is no right and wrong. Enjoy. Comments welcome. Thanks.

Where I’ve Come

Back then we thought life would be
everything we wanted it to be.
We thought that things wouldn’t change,
that it would always remain the same.
The future looked so promising,
Our dreams were out on the horizon.

Back then life was black and white,
We thought that everything would be alright.
Shades of grey were unseen,
Now they colour everything.

Time has changed many things,
For life is never as it seems.
The day that the hands of time stood still
Will forever remain a hard, cold chill.
The kind of chill that’s etched in bone
That never quite leaves and won’t go home.

Although the effects will be lifelong,
They are the reasons why I am made strong.
Through the darkest hour remains a light…
For we need a reason to continue to fight.

Life is a mirror in which we reflect
the events of the past,
That have been broken and scratched,
Prodded and patched.
The clatter of the shards of life
Resonates loudly throughout the night.

Here alone I sit and wonder
At all the things I have still to ponder.
To consider the shape of my days,
To formulate new and exciting ways
To take what I have from where I’ve come,
To create a life like no other one.