Questions of Change
Has it come time for the change of the season? Has the heart grown weary of the usual, the routine? Does it long for the soft, sweet seduction of the sun or an enveloping blanket of rain? Is there a desire for delicate touch of November’s chill or the bright resurrection of Spring? Do not seasons change when it is their time? Why should our lives be any different than the dirt they were formed from?
Why do we look constantly into time? How do we profit by demanding tomorrow today? Is now not enough? Are we not being sustained this very minute by grace immeasurable? Can Autumn be Spring, Winter, or Summer? Can we accept where we are, or must we rage against the path laid before us?
Why do we seek so hard for the darkness when the light has been shown? Why is it easier to embody the antithesis of our purpose instead of the Archetype? Why is that yearning, that insatiable longing for change, driving us like a whip at our heels? Is it because we truly need change? Could it be, that we are still rebelling against our Creator? Is it possible, that relying on one greater than us is what our flesh rages against? Is the cure a change of the seasons or a change of the heart?
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