Seasons Of My Heart! Poem by Steve A. Politte

I contemplate the vastness
of what lies there, -
forever searching for
new horizons to explore;
those wonders that sometimes
surface without warning, -
like a rush of a waterfall,
or a key that unlocks a door.

They are not seasons unknown,
like in nature's course, -
but sometimes show glimpses
of such endeavors;
only to remind me that
these seasons are who I really am,
and are stored so securely
in the pages of my life forever.

So many mini seasons that reside,
too many to mention -
but all were active at one time
or another, helping me to grow;
Some more dominant than others,
but all tell a story and are still
snuggled inside my heart,
of which sometimes,
I don't even know.

Once... thinking of who I was,
spoke only of my intellect; -
that these seasons were mastered
by that sometimes empty space,
only to find out that
there is no season of time,
for my heart is the holder of these,
and that is their place.

My heart gives comfort to
so many seasons which it embraces, -
the particles of darkness, confusion,
and the wonder of dreams;
seeds of conflict, turmoil, laughter,
and also beautiful memories,
all, so much a part of
God's master plan or scheme.

Some seasons of my heart
appear more often than others;
some, just once and forever not
to surface again, but cease;
never lost is the seasons of
imagination, poetry, and truth,
and the aspiration to grow
in the season of humility and peace.

Like in a stream, water rushing
over moss & fern, and stepping stones;
these many seasons surface,
but hardly will ever part;
a portrait of the kaleidoscope of life,
residing ever so secure,
and looking ever so close
at these seasons as an art.

These seasons have been entwined
in the lives of others,
as they are not mine all alone
but in hand with sisters and brothers.
Enriched as I am to know
the power of all that is there,
never could I have me any season
had I not first went to God in prayer.

Lived in constant watch by
the eyes of the Master are these seasons,
like those seasons of His creating -
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.
Allowing times for change
so that I could learn to grow -
always to serve Him and to
listen to His voice as He calls.


Encompassed as I am, and ever so alive -
and responsive to these seasons;
the season of trust; of caring,
of forgiveness always there to start;
Friendship so sweet and mellow,
like 'glowing flowers' in a field.
Yes... Gods love reigns supreme, for HE is
the FATHER of these seasons of my heart!




Steve A. Politte
posted @ NetHugs.com
copyright
12/27/2005