As May gets ready to pass into June, change is afoot. Time is marked by school years … with a short interlude in June and July. Although I still go to school everyday, it’s not the same. Quiet hallways, dark rooms … very different season … much like the changing of time …
On mind and matter lo perpetual change
God’s fiat stamped! The very bones of man
Change as he grows from infancy to age.
His loves, his hates, his tastes, his fancies, change.
His blood and brawn demand a change of food;
His mind as well: the sweetest harp of heaven
Were hateful if it played the selfsame tune
Forever, and the fairest flower that gems
The garden, if it bloomed throughout the year,
Would blush unsought. The most delicious fruits
Pall on our palate if we taste too oft,
And Hyblan honey turns to bitter gall.
Perpetual winter is a reign of gloom;
Perpetual summer hardly pleases more.
Behold the Esquimau the Hottentot:
This doomed to regions of perpetual ice,
And that to constant summer’s heat and glow:
Inferior both, both gloomy and unblessed.
The home of happiness and plenty lies
Where autumn follows summer and the breath
Of spring melts into rills the winter’s snows.
How gladly, after summer’s blazing suns,
We hail the autumn frosts and autumn fruits:
How blithesome seems the fall of feathery snow
When winter comes with merry clang of bells:
And after winter’s reign of ice and storm
How glad we hail the robins of the spring.
For God hath planted in the hearts of men
The love of change, and sown the seeds of change
In earth and air and sea and shoreless space.
~ H. L. Gordon
I’m OK with change … and this summer I look forward to a slower pace …
“Praise be to the name of God for ever and ever; wisdom and power are his. He changes times and seasons …”
Thank you, God.
