Tuesday, August 23, 2011

There Must Be More

                by Jim Rapp

Summer seems so permanent –
Not consistent, just permanent,
As though its rounds of ebb & flow
Might never ever end;
Might be the stuff of eternity.

As if it never knew
Of winter, spring, or fall,
Summer draws one day after another
From its deep well and covers them with
The monotony of its eternal life;

Life, blindly drawn from root to stem –
From stem to twig and leaf –
From branch to fruit and fruit to seed,
Bears hope that fallen seed will rise again,
The source of summer’s everlasting life.

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