Hope in Springs Eternal
In the spring, the dawn of new life, joy of new birth
Awakening of Nature
A season of awe, a season of rejoicing.
From winter’s dormant rest to life’s emergence
New experience, rapid growth, hesitant steps, tumblings
Assured strides forward, running with glee, racing for glory
Hiding, seeking, treasures untold, memories made
Many firsts, from dependency to independence
Trusting, learning, letting go, learning, choosing, learning
To summer the years pass, in full bloom, of full stature
Awakening of being
A time of ripening, a time of maturing
Going forth and standing on one’s own
Weathering winds good or ill
Gained experience carries into the days to come
What is suffered and accepted with grace
Is sustained through dignity and resolve
What is not forgiven and bound
Brings only bitterness
A heavy load for the years ahead
Years of building a foundation, well spent or not
Persevere to the end.
Autumn arrives, a timeless beauty, an endless change
Awakening the senses
The richness of harvest, the richness of colour and hue
Grandeur of life, reaping what was sown, times of thanksgiving
In these august years leaves are shed
Cares, worries, woes fall away
Principles, rigid thought, stubborn idea
Pragmatism, dogmatism, rheumatism
Some hang tenaciously and some fly haphazardly with the wind
Though thought to bring fullness of life, wisdom and understanding
They now lay on the roadside feckless,
Or cause heaviness of heart, a breaking of body and soul.
What remains to be seen and held attends the journey through
The last season of life.
Winter, not as the world sees it, a time of death, a time of inactivity, an end
But awakening the soul
An age to rethink, an age to review
To enjoy the pristine beauty of the blanketed landscape.
The sun is brighter, the sky more blue
The diamonds that shine out
Are there for those in earlier seasons
To ask after, to revere, to cherish.
What was will not always be
For this time shall pass
Heavy, harsh winters may cause sorrow and suffering untold
But this too shall pass.
What we do, how we respond, how we live and learn
In the seasons of life God has given us
Therein will lie our path
For when the time comes
As it must for all
To sleep in an infinite repose
For us now and for those who come after
Remains hope in springs eternal.
This poem was written in loving memory of my grandfather Edward Radtke (January 11, 1913-February 8, 2004)