Changing.

it may seem
that we are firmly planted
in the unknown
destined to suffer
in our uncertainties
--for what do finite creatures
know about the turning tide of time?
only that in seasons
of pestilence and tribulation
does time seem to move
much
too slow
for our convenience

we stop to consider:
perhaps it is the
design
of the Divine
creator
that we relish our seasons of trouble
so that, when the light of the dawn of the morning
breaks the dreary, cold darkness of the night--
the morning air is taken in deeply
and relished joyfully in our lungs:
an Ebeneezer to the goodness of God,
that He is the only good.

but like the seasons of spring and winter
that we are so familiar with,
the seasons of our lives
will drift into the next,
but--
not without leaving an impression
on our minds,
not without changing our hearts,
not without reminding us
of what is most important.

hope lies in change.
because change is certain.