moving too fast
while stuck in place
also a season of seasoning
being softened and hardened
by His hand
stirred and blended wth spices
that leave the scent of His presence
leaves tremble, fall
scatter in the wind
the aroma of decay mixes
with the fragrance of hope
for surely Spring will come
at Winter's end
and sooner
than we now imagine
to everything, a season of its own.
There's an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth Ecclesiastes 3:1 The Message
Joining the Carnival at Peter Pollock's place where the word is season. Come read and add your thoughts...
