Look to Spring
Linda J. Waiters © March 23, 2010
My tree was bare,
Stripped of its leaves,
It shivered through weather unclothed.
But slowly it budded,
Very stealthily,
Like rosebuds emerged from the soil.
Through depression one day,
I pondered my fate,
God’s direction I sought in my head.
When suddenly I looked,
And to my surprise,
The bud casings were mostly all shed.
Life had burst forth,
With new leaves to grow,
And clothe that which once had looked dead.
My reality changed,
Depression departed,
As I pondered this lesson instead.
Life is a cycle,
That you can’t get off,
Hills and valleys you’ll travel.
Fall turns to winter,
Summer into fall,
But our hope is that spring will renew it all.
