A Time To be Born - And A Time to Die.
I walk past lamps shining merrily in the frost of the night. I look at trees bare of leaves and hung with glittering lights and wonder whether leaves will ever grow again. To look at this weather I could believe that it would be winter forever and it will never turn into spring.
I could believe that the tree will never bud and that the nights will always be stinging cold. I could believe that I will always slip and slide my way back home on the frosty roads. I could believe, in the darkness of night, that the sun doesn't exist at all and that the dawn may never come again. And I could believe that everything will just stay as it is.
shivering in my black coat
But I know that everything moves on in a massive cycle, and I know that after winter comes the spring. I know that the darkest part of night comes before the dawn, and I know that everything is constantly changing and growing. I know that without death, there is no life.
And I know that this is the time to die, but the time to be born - it will come soon.
And I know that some day I will see the tree in bloom again.
I could believe that the tree will never bud and that the nights will always be stinging cold. I could believe that I will always slip and slide my way back home on the frosty roads. I could believe, in the darkness of night, that the sun doesn't exist at all and that the dawn may never come again. And I could believe that everything will just stay as it is.
shivering in my black coat
But I know that everything moves on in a massive cycle, and I know that after winter comes the spring. I know that the darkest part of night comes before the dawn, and I know that everything is constantly changing and growing. I know that without death, there is no life.
And I know that this is the time to die, but the time to be born - it will come soon.
And I know that some day I will see the tree in bloom again.
1 Comments:
As in the darkest part of the night, the trees are asleep - soon they will spring forth from their slumber and grow into the new year.
In the distant past people did not know what made the sun go, and feared it would not return. Thus they rejoiced when the days started to grow, Yule is still our greatest celebration, whatever religion calls it, be it Eid, Diwali, Chanukah, Christmas or whatever - it's the welcome of the light.
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Orbling, at 4:46 pm
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