ecesis

thank you lord

for the wintertime

for killing the weeds that grow in me

and building drifts to shelter me.

thank you lord

for the springtime

for the freedom to stomp on puddles

and the rain to wash their remains from me.

thank you lord

for the summertime

for the running rivers that carry me

and the spread of cottonwoods that cover me.

thank you lord

for the fall

for the constancy of change

and the tender dance of life revealed.

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