While I walked through wetted spring
And sought for inspiration
My soul in quiet began to sing
Its song of adoration
To the God whose fingerprint
Has seeded spring
With pregnant anticipation.
So on I strolled through summer’s bloom
And saw its grand unveiling
Beneath the sun whose opened womb
Spoke warmly, and I, smiling,
Returned my thoughts to the Son
Whose emptied tomb
Began the great remaking.
Then on to fall I briskly strode
Braced for its chill and color
While harvest moon the deep sky rode
Its light reflects another
Light which in this world unseen
Reveals a beauty yet untold
And his joy still to discover.
To winter’s hush my walking went
My footsteps all enshrouded
By silent snow’s restful blanket
Which with heaven’s song resounded.
And I in stillness waited there
Where my heart was fully bent
To God whose rest abounded.
Winter and Spring, Summer and Fall
The seasons in their turn
With eloquence and beauty call
By name the rest for which we yearn.