'Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,
and comes down from the Father of lights,
with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.'
O how swift four seasons pass,
fluttering angelic birds and butterflies; all change.
While, content at peace, for home sweet home,
Strolling in then out, she dreams on open range.
Each fleeting dawning day unto the next,
Quickened by each breezing stopping station.
Yet with time enough today to still and contemplate,
Quieting a storm, finding calm duration.
Within summer when it appears,
When a metered medley climbs,
Like skipping stones, pausing fall, thy rose is held,
A photograph ... froze in time.
From fields of perfect grace, double rainbows
And of lovely flora blooming blossoms,
Unaware winter swept right back around
Here again to coloured leaves of Autumn.
Our minds can take us anywhere ...O help us,
Keep us steady through life's accelerated pace.
Let a hazy mist rise soft again into every sunlit morn,
Deeming life is good ... let this become a peaceful race...
Where tranquil rolling tide won't hear roaring surf, crashing rock.
Without more loss, precious times comfort never fading,
Then pray the way on sandy solid turf as seasons flow
'pon a shoreline, tide comes and goes, the child in within
___________________ explores and dreams while wading...