To begin again

Quiet the mind, let the soul retract,
Don’t quit the show before the final act.
There is some help and comfort in the fact
That nothing dies without a seed intact.

No fire or ice can from that seed extract
The life concealed, in fashion so compact
That waits the day, the right time so exact
When life springs forth, fulfilling God’s contract.

The loss we mourn all winter long
Conceals the seed of summer’s song.


About therevr

A human being, striving to become more so.

Posted on February 23, 2014, in Poetry, Reflective and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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