“Setting Seasons”

Our roots drink from a soil of renewed casting;
Drunk (in a past),
Yet soon to be fulfilled (everlasting).
Our trunks are girded with layered shields –
Armored, that we may weather this ground
(As beacons among fields).
Our branches are gifted as arms – reaching up and out;
Stemmed, intricate connections overcome all drying doubts.
Our leaves provide an enveloping canopy
(Where rain kisses these lips).
Veins flow in unison – accepting and open to all quenching tips.
This body prepares us for answers – of what will be sent;
Wholly planted, we shall share in reasons – of what the stages meant.
The Sun leads us through seasons – of sustenance, growth, thirst.
Light, that we may seed, shines evenly – so the last may become first.
A cycle gives us chances to discover
An abundance of everything in need;
Eventual to a pattern –
Within time is a setting –
Where those called shall be freed.

All Sides (One Goal)
The Crest of Hope
Another Chance
Seek Me
A Guide

In FlightsDaniel 12: 2
And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

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