Seasons change, winds
blow
Yet we caress the
wings of the morning.
Each new day we
behold
Brings a mixture
of fruit – some unknown,
While others flourish
and unfold.
Each moment – precious,
if not more than gems or pearls,
Quietly stands in
the presence of time,
Subject to its decree.
Day breaks and a
thousand beans of light parade the sky,
Dancing to an unknown
beat,
A melody to fast
a pace for the birds that fly
Or those below with
feet.
Everything is as
fresh as the morning dew,
Unadulterated, pure,
like the falling snow.
Flowers bloom –
exploding in much colour and light,
Reds, yellows, greens
paint a canvas beyond imagination,
Beyond delight.
The sun goes down,
dust settles.
Stars blanket the
sky like velvet encrusted with diamonds,
Each one shines
as bright as the other,
Yet different some
how.
Each have their
purpose laid like crops in a field,
Ordained and directed
by the Creator –
Our Father.
Softly resting in
His arms that hold strong and fail not
We await the dawn
of a new day,
New hopes and dreams,
Visions imperishable.
Copyright © Sabrina Barrett, March 2001