Wednesday, March 23, 2016


The four seasons have been impressing upon us
For years, as if to say we’re not listening
To the melodious symphony in tune to a chorus
Will come in due season and just in time
If the seasons could speak in unison, they might say
All this time we’ve performed a piece like no other
A composition more tasteful than the exquisite works of Mozart
Bridging traditional classics with contemporary soupçon
So oft-repeated passages that we play off heart
In sync with the Maestro’s wand -
His baton like in a relay race passing it on to who’s next in line
And as if having no clue who comes next
We take the cue from Him to know when to come in
His gestures sets the tone, tempo and mood
We key into each other’s sound to put up a good show
The dynamics are in interpreting the musical scores
Sometimes romping high-pitched tones
So that even we and the audience are taken aback
When Spring strings the violent storm in double bass and violin
Summer plays in the brass fields with flowery details
Fall then comes flooring leaves from woodwind strokes
Winter changing beats struck and scraped by frost bites 
But don’t let the sleek performance fool you
Our rhythm sometimes run against the scripts
But we know then we must be unfazed and keep the music going
Each of us playing our part in due time
In tune with that oft-repeated chorus
Will come in due season and just in time,
though not now but again isn’t later
He’ll bring it to pass, just in time in due season’

(c) Poem and photo by me. I wrote this poem inspired by the words of Ecclesiastes 3 and from the seasons of life I have been through. This poem will be included in my second book 'Rainbow'. Watch this space for the announcement of its release
Scripture reference: Habakkuk Chapters 1 and 2; Ecclesiastes 3

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