Shifting seasons, part one

Autumn is such an interesting season. A season of beauty and of harvest, of reaping the benefits of what was sown. But it is also a season of loss and a season of preparation. Preparation to be able to endure difficulty until the cycle continues to shift into new life and hopes are redeemed. 

I feel as though I have been in an Autumn situation of life for a long time. Too long.  I am so ready for Spring.

A few weeks ago I was inspired to do a quick poem as I sat on a shore line amidst strewn leaves, half naked trees, and wind whipped water. I believe it needs additional lines and that the poem is not quite finished.  I will share what I started and there will be another post to come to continue this story.

Before continuing to the poem however, I want to make a note of something. On that day at the shoreline, as well as many days that have gone by that have felt like a season of autumn going on and on, just as I noted about autumn being an interesting season of a combination of things above, in my experience there has been some beauty and goodness amidst loss and pain. And though there are still many questions, confusion and concerns, there are times when God feels close and brings a measure of peace and comfort.

Waiting For The Shift

I have seen winter snows
Melt away to reveal new growth

I have seen spring rains
Bring color and life again

I have seen summer sunshine
Create an environment that thrives

But I am in the autumn
I am waiting and longing

Waiting for the season to shift
Longing for God to mend the rift

Oh God my God show me how
I can continue to cling to hope now