Passing Seasons of the Harvest

Sunlight and Shadow

We all know what it means
To walk in sunlight
Like summer
With it's radiant beams
And to slumber in darkness
Like twilight
Resting amongst our dreams
Knowing tomorrow leaves promises
In steady flowing streams.
And so we were given parents
To see us through
Into this world  of seasons
Both warm and cold
With their storms and strife
Comfort and delight
In which to become ourselves
And yet reflections still
Of those who raised us up
Like humble servants
Among the fields
Tilling earth and planting seeds
Nurturing and watchful
While a bountiful harvest yields
Another generation.
And what do we draw from

When they are gone
And we have passed from sunlight
 to shadow
In mourning of their passing?
We draw from that harvest
Those lessons learned
Those memories earned
And continue on
Doing likewise in return
For parents never really leave us
They are merely reborn
Into the same sunlight
And shadow
We have known all along

In smiles and giggles
Frowns and cries
Of children
Who become our reflections
And so the seasons renew themselves

And God sees us through
To our own passing.
Amen
D.A. Wittler 16'