IN DUE SEASON

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