Unconditional

The sun still shines.
Even at a slant it gives warmth
and light. It’s true, the buds have burst,
the blossoms bloomed out full,
the beauty faded, but underground
there’s the promise of return.

Ash and oak and spreading chestnut,
the maples most exuberant;
they know the drill,  know
the disappointment of shady canopy
stripped bare, They do not quit
nor do they slink away to shadow.

Even the fragile ferns bend
to the wind and praise the tempest
for the spores it spreads,
and the silver brook still gurgles
though the season of freeze
will have its way with it.

Each winter it looks as if the roses
are gone forever; each spring
they bloom again. To everything
there is a season. Whether we believe
or not, they will return.  Such
is the love of our Creator.

 

5 thoughts on “Unconditional

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s