The Seasons
Autumn:
In the nostalgia of autumn, as leaves flee, so also do they fly.
I speak of old behavior and the fallen, lustful heart. Passion, properly
defined as patient love, is the eye through which light enters.
Winter:
The briskness of winter blues is the longing for fire.
I speak of weather on the spectrum of religion, where the hearth is safe.
Spring:
Picture, then, the delicacy of pastel petals.
Christianity is the walk of a springing courtship. To walk alongside God
is to be with Him in the morning, in the evening, and all year round.
Summer:
Oh, for the summers that ripen the fruit!
The ultimate pen begs the order of God, then man, then woman. I write
as the woman who discovers the well near the vineyard in Eden. There
is a lemon tree there, coated with milk and honey, near the berry bush,
whose lovely aroma perfumes the air. I also see an olive tree. I have made
an essence of the aloes.
The Song
Within these notes are an offering similar to that of Magdalene's.
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To God be the glory. This book is for you.
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