One day the world is fresh and green and just like that it’ fades unseen,

Like chaffs of grain or husks of corn, they pass from life, we grieve, we mourn,

The wind will sweep them far and wide, they may remain but often hide,

Unexpected change of season doesn’t stand the test of reason.

Do you think it’s accidental or by chance coincidental.

You may call it beneficial, heaven sent or providential,

Seasons are anticipated, but could make you feel sedated

Colors change to red and gold, snow will follow with the bitter cold.

Serendipitous is the term that’s often used to make us squirm,

A word that sounds so odd and strange, it conjures up unwanted change,

Instead, our thoughts can understand, that beauty lingers in the land,

Each season has its chance to shine, the unexpected will be mine.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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