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SEASONS by Ruth Calder Murphy

“For Everything there is a Season.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1 - The Bible)


Depending on where we live, the four seasons impact our lives to a greater or lesser extent. People living in the far north of Europe, for example, experience, every year, months of uninterrupted darkness - and therefore, also months of uninterrupted sunlight. Some of us feel the rhythm of the seasons very strongly - the ebbing and flowing as leaf buds form and burst, daylight stretches out and then shrinks back, as the once-young leaves change color and  curl and tumble and fall. Wherever we are on Earth, the Seasons impact our lives to some degree. There is, quite literally, a time to sow and a time to reap, times of rain and times of drought. The book of Ecclesiastes, quoted above, doesn’t only talk about these very
physical, literal, geographical seasons though. It goes on:

“ a time to be born and a time to die,
   a time to plant and a time to uproot,
  a time to kill and a time to heal,
   a time to tear down and a time to build,
  a time to weep and a time to laugh,
   a time to mourn and a time to dance,
 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
  a time to search and a time to give up,
   a time to keep and a time to throw away,
 a time to tear and a time to mend,
   a time to be silent and a time to speak,
  a time to love and a time to hate,
   a time for war and a time for peace.”

This is true, in all phases of life - the good and the challenging and the downright disastrous. Everything in its season. Knowing this doesn’t make the difficult seasons easy, but learning it can make breathing through them more possible. Perhaps it should also make us more willing to hold the good and the beautiful in a lighter, less grasping, more expansive way - to accept the gift of them, without becoming too possessive of them. For everything there is a season, and every season is a gift..

Seasons
by Ruth Calder Murphy

Seasons
For everything there is a season -
for golden birth,
erupting from the wakening of Earth,
all pastel-dawns and dewy-breasted,
energised and newly-rested,
ready for refreshing rain
and butterfly kisses,
for sunbeams and snow-melt streams
and dreams stretching out and coming true -
ready to be born anew.
For everything there is a season -
for light and heat
burning in the brilliant sky,
all blossoming-bright and alchemy-bold,
full of life and nothing yet too old
to fold in Summer’s hard embrace,
ready for anything - whatever the day may bring -
and everything alive and strong as the Day,
brimful with sunshine and ocean spray…
For everything, there is a season -
for tumbling down,
spinning to the leaf-mulch ground
to soften into Mother Earth,
decomposing towards evening,
to feed the dreams of trees
and grow the whispers of next year’s leaves,
sleeping in the softness
of gently rotting bark
and dissipating towards the dark…
For everything, there is a season -
curling into catacombs,
the darkness of Winter’s tomb,
feeding worms in the belly of Earth,
where the grave becomes another womb
and Death gives way again to birth.
For everything there is a season
and every season’s yours - and mine -
a gift in vast Infinity,
wrapped in transient Time.

                                           (Find more of Ruth's poetry in our new book! Just click here
'The Infinite Embrace' by the author, Ruth Calder Murphy


Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of two published novels, The Scream and The Everlasting Monday, several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. More of Ruth' Spiritual poetry can be found in her book, Spirit Song and the soon-to-be-released sequel, "River Song". She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website, or on her writer's page on Facebook. All her books are available on Amazon, here.


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