SEASONS OF FAITH SPRING -- Moving through each morning, the glint of sunshine finds me -- as if it knows how I’m growing, what I’m learning. Faith springs up, belief is a bouquet --- there’s energy in knowing Christ. SUMMER -- The sun approaches midday, it stands strong and silent in the sky, beaming forth the heat of life. Faith moves steady on, believing blows through the fields of my soul -- there’s strength in serving Christ. FALL -- The winds of change force clouds to move over my moments. The freshness of letting go so real, the sounds of balance crunch beneath my forward steps. Faith feels certain now, belief floats from limb to ground -- there’s comfort in living for Christ. WINTER -- The days of my soul are shorter, less sunlight to see what’s there. A white blanket of remembrance hangs heavy on my heart -- what was, has faded. Faith has adapted, bended -- altered its ways with me, belief is meek and rests solidly within my soul. There’s joy in belonging to Christ.




Comments