Would that I were like the seasons
Never looking back
Always moving
Always changing
Renewing all that was
Seasons have no regrets
Each period has purpose
Each necessary for what follows,
What is to come, what is next
But never the need to look back.
The lesser of God’s creatures
Live in that moment of creation – called now
Tasting life to the fullest
While we, who presume to be masters of all.
Cower in our mortality
Never looking back
Always moving
Always changing
Renewing all that was
Seasons have no regrets
Each period has purpose
Each necessary for what follows,
What is to come, what is next
But never the need to look back.
The lesser of God’s creatures
Live in that moment of creation – called now
Tasting life to the fullest
While we, who presume to be masters of all.
Cower in our mortality
Bill Schatzabel – Sept. 2009
