TRANSIENCE
Summer’s warmth is in the day,
Autumn’s chill is in the eve.
Southern winds keep the cold at bay
Which northern winds bereave.
The struggle always fascinates
My body, mind, and soul.
This perennial will to dominate
With capitulation as the goal
The hand of seasons gripping hard
A rope of tug-o-war
Heightens my sense of transience
And wonder of what’s in store.
What does the future hold for me,
My family, and my friends?
My only comfort is trusting the One
Who knows us and our end.
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