Friday, November 19, 2010

November



When the year's at the elevens
And we wistfully remember
All the warmth of bright September,
But we see just steel-gray heavens,

On beyond November chilling
And December days' dark sorrow
There's a youthful year tomorrow--
All God's promise still fulfilling.

For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God.
--Romans 8:19 ESV

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.
--Genesis 8:22

My thanks to Magpie Tales for the image (above) that prompted this poem. For other people's writings about the same image, follow the link.

This original poem is public domain.

15 comments:

Lyn said...

Always happy to be reminded of blessings! Thank you..

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, Lyn.

Brian Miller said...

and those promises you can count on...

Jim Swindle said...

Amen, Brian.

Reflections said...

Blessing hidden in the grey days are often the most precious, if we only take the time to stop and see them.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

the sun rises, sets...the seasons turn..these are undeniable truths

Martin H. said...

The seasons turn and flow, as do we.

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, Rene and Martin, for stopping by.

Jingle Poetry said...

Jim,
love your tale.
your way of thinking, referring the usage of time to send your message, is super cool.
keep up the excellence.
xx

Jingle said...

thoughtful tale,
blessings for you right away...

Jim Swindle said...

Jingle - Thanks for the encouragement.

willow said...

A youthful year tomorrow. I like that, Jim.

kathew said...

lovely thoughtful ....

Carrie Burtt said...

True promises, and beautiful poem Jim! :-)

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, each one.