by John Krohn PhD

Created on: September 27, 2008   Last Updated: September 28, 2008

The Seasons of my Memory

The tapestry of life weaves through the seasons that we pass.
Like autumn leaves caught in the wind the images are cast,
They find a place to light upon, and dance before our thoughts,
tracing through our memories, they twirl and then are caught.

It wasn't spring that lingered near the windows of my mind;
nor sunlit days along the way to find this heart of mine.

So often when I glance to see the journey of my years;
I find myself quite sad that time has seen my lonely tears.

It seems that as the gray appears, and age I feel each day;
that few can understand, sometimes I grieve the years and say,
"It was but yesterday that I was happy; wasn't I?"
Such times I see as shadows, and they dim before my eyes.

I was supposed to find myself, though lost I feel today;
and love was to have cushioned me to blow the clouds away.
How is it that alone I sleep, an empty space beside my place
and miss the pleasure of the loving with tears upon my face.

I wonder if I touched the dew of morning new each day;
to hear the bluebirds sing their song, and dance along the way.
I wonder if the taste of honey on my tongue so sweet,
would show me that it is the journey that I now must seek.

The pathways that we walk upon have lessons we must learn;
sometimes it is through suffering, God's heart does truly yearn
to show us that beneath the leaf, there is such beauty there;
to watch a fawn begin to stand, and prance midst nature's lair.

So as I see the days pass by, new meaning I will see,
that even though I am alone, a friend He walks with me.
today I cherish moments new that youth could never know;
it takes a seasoned eye to catch the rose at sunset's glow.

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