Poem Is a Song

"e;The Story"e; is for time. "e;The Seasons"e; is for times. "e;The Song"e; is for the rain and divides the time.The SeasonsAutumn:In the nostalgia of autumn, as leaves flee, so also do they fly.I speak of old behavior and the fallen, lustful heart. Passion, properlydefined 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 Godis 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 writeas the woman who discovers the well near the vineyard in Eden. Thereis 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 madean essence of the aloes.The SongWithin these notes are an offering similar to that of Magdalene's.*****To God be the glory. This book is for you.1