Grief Poem Dec. 2, 2016

SEASONS

Cedar Waxwings cleaned Mountain Ash! The berries are all gone.

That flock of birds gobbled them up, few berries hit the lawn.

These little birds are harbingers, they know snow’s ON the way!

The sun does set, t’will rise again; berries and ‘nights’ don’t’ stay. 

Seasons mark change, the birds fly South; we’ll see sunrise again.

We say ‘good-by’ to numerous ‘things’, but God knows how and when.

Though we do grieve, our pain is real, this parting doesn’t last.

Your word says so, You’ll wipe our eyes, the ‘OLD’ will soon be past [1].

“Hello” again when birds return, they know just when to come,

The sun comes up each brand new day, seasons and birds aren’t dumb.

The same with us — it’s not the end; You’ll catch us in the air!

An end down here is start up there, oh Lord, come soon; our prayer.

All seasons come, all season go; ‘Hello’ and then ‘Good-bye,’

For birds and beasts and all that grows; folks laugh, sometimes we cry.

Your Word says, Lord, all things do pass; ‘End’ is not what we do.

We’ve hopes and dreams for future time, with You, we start anew!

We’ll see dear ones who’ve gone before, for You, Lord, love us all!

Our special one watches with You, down here we wait Your call!

As bright sun sets, it turns dark fast; like our heart ache, dark gray.

We have purpose for a season, but soon we’ll fly away.

Prairie Winds, 2016

[1] Revelation 21:4 (NIV):4 “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”