Friday, November 19, 2010
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.
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.