Waiting For Summer

Pain of my past has harvested my heart

It has tilled the soil of my soul

Prepared me to love you

The depth of this new love, a gift;

Redemption I do not deserve

In my darkest moments, I shook my fist

Wrestled and rioted in anger

But in the end, it was not the end after all

Instead, a continued great story 

Of life, love, loss and redemption

For in the winter of change

the chill can freeze your bones

and the memory of summer

a fairytale with little meaning

but summer, she always comes

despite winters' harshest arrows

so sit by the fire

and feel the aching burn

wait for summer and when she arrives

let her melt your sorrow;

may it become one with your joy

a beautiful collage of a future uncertain

but perfectly predestined.

-SMB-