Onset Of Winter
There Are No More Seasons After This
Where did the other seasons go
I did not fully appreciate them along the way
Often wasn’t fully present
I was too busy doing “important” things
Or is that merely the story I told myself
The one most likely to assuage any guilt
No need for justification
Too late in any case
Life moves along at its own pace
A current impossible to escape
Letting go and immersing myself in its flow
That was-is my best course
However more is necessary
Without intention and reflection
A set of values
A moral code
One merely rides on the surface
Without direction
Left searching fruitlessly for meaning
There is no possibility of plumbing the depths
And what of my response to life
I have been guided by a faith
A belief that the universe was created
With a fundamental purpose in its design
There is a unity to all life forms
And you and I are the key to it
Not by any worthiness…
