Another Season For America

Spring, a time of beauty when the days were fresh and new. The trees budded in the morning's light and the leaves burst forth in vibrant green.  When the sun glistened on the dew that watered the sucklings as they grew. Each day brought forth a kaleidoscope of dazzling color on an earth in harmony with its maker.

Then came the heat of summer, a new season, where flowering things now called upon the rain or watering hands to prevent their withering. The gardens cried out for others to clear the weeds and thistles that threatened their very lives. We witnessed the earth's first fruits and were satisfied that our labor was not in vain.

As summer faded into fall the silent leaves began their fluttering dance to form their mosaic masterpiece 'neath tree and sky. The wind took a deep breath and began to exhale, cooling the now naked trees as in preparation for harder times ahead. The slowing down and the silence that is the essence of fall seems to lend itself to meditation and preparation. A prayer for winter's blasts.

Now here life stands. Another season. Another time of anticipation, awaiting the unknown before us. The winter promises to be as no other. Did we prepare? Will this land of the free still remain? Will the wheat fields still sway to the anthems of the past?  Is our time of plenty over, and we stand only as a season that is now past, as a candle that gasps for breath in the wind?




11/07/2016