Every evening sky, a invitation to trace the patterned stars.
And early in July, a celebration for freedom that is ours.
And I notice You in children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade.
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder.
You are summer.
And even when the trees have just surrendered to the harvest time.
Forfeiting their leaves in late September and sending us inside.
Still I notice you when change begins,
And I am braced for colder winds.
I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s to come.
You are autumn.
And everything in time and under heaven finally falls asleep.
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation shivers underneath.
And still I notice You when branches crack
and in my breath on frozen glass.
Even now in death you open doors for life to enter.
You are winter.
And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced, teaching us to breathe.
And what was frozen through is newly purposed, turning all things green.
So it is with You and how you make me new
with every season’s change.
And so it will be as You are recreating me
in summer, autumn, winter, spring.
- Nicole Nordeman
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