Everything in its own Time

 

Everything in its Own Time

H. W. Bryce
The seasons come and the seasons go,
Hiccups may well interrupt, but they can
Never win. They are but novas burning out,
For every season has its time, and so have we,
All will be well again. The gods and Gaia make it so.
As long as time revolves around the sun,
As long as orbits stay in their place,
As long as the sun keeps burning,
Everything in its own time will
Prevail; eventually, so will we.
All will be as it ought to be.
Winter, spring, summer, fall,
Each will come to have its time.
And we may live in darkness now,
But the wheel will keep on turning,
And it will carry us through this time,
And we will have our sunshine time again.
The challenge is a test of courage, strength of mind,
That winning spirit embedded within us, we, the Human kind.
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May be a black-and-white image of wrist watch
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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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