New Season

the scarlet stain of fall
blows in on winds of change,
warmth's blessing starts to stall,
life's chill becomes quite strange.

the bleeding corpse of hope
lays scattered in my ruins,
spring's vision not in scope,
drowned in dark illusions.

season's leaving their scar
on the landscapes that I see,
joy's deep glee always far
for its dying by degree.

the light of distant days
lost to the shadow's curse,
my lonely soul surveys
the heartache left in verse…

the scarlet stain of gloom
erased by blood He shed,
Christ's blessing starts to bloom,
life's chill – I do not dread.

the bleeding frame of grace
lays nailed to a cross,
spring's vision now in place
dark illusions now I toss.

mercy leaving its scar
on the hands and feet of Thee,
joy's deep glee never far
while living on bended knee.

the light of glory days
makes shadow's curse disperse,
my grateful heart surveys
the beauty found in verse.