Winter

The sun is arching farther south,
The seasons are turning around;
Soon the frost will gnaw at the ground,
And winter winds will chap my mouth.

The Light of day fades quickly now,
And shadows fill up all the earth;
Waiting for Spring to bring new birth,
But first the trees of snow will bow.

Bleak, barren landscape fills my sight,
And all the air grows cold and chill;
And yet ole Winter's hands hold still,
The sun from giving warmer Light.

Yet wrapt inside the hoary frost,
The seeds and saplings resting fair;
The icy wind still fills the air,
And Spring shall awake what seems lost.

Yet like the Winter Death is nigh,
And closing in she makes her way;
And to each home she takes a prey,
Leaving behind a dreadful sigh.

Darting the landscape tombstones fill,
The Churchyard yonder o'er the path;
Revealing all of nature's wrath,
And yet it leaves me with a chill.

As Summer fades and Autumn flies,
When all my journey's day is done;
And newer Life is just begun,
Ev'n tho' my body rests and lies.

When dark Winter takes me away,
And leaves my ashes blast'd 'round;
Or wrapt inside the molded ground,
I will awake on that bright day:

When God Himself shall bid me rise,
With pealing anthems from the sky;
The Lord shall fit our souls to fly,
To realms of His beyond the skies.

So is Life like the seasons past,
An orb of vapor and of Light;
Here for a while then we take flight,
Just like old Winter's steely blast.

Great God! We thank Thee for our days,
And all the mighty things Ye do;
For Light and Shade and Sorrow too,
Help us, O God, to sing Thy Praise!

~Timothy~

© Timothy 15 October, 2012