Living through the seasons of grief.
Have you heard the sighing, groaning, of a tree before a storm,
Heard the scraping of the branches in the bending of its form?
Have you seen it sway and straighten, then be swayed again, again,
Seen the leaves like tiny banners whipping, dripping in the rain?
Seen it in its strength and beauty stand defiant in the blast,
Seen it proud and undefeated when the mighty winds have passed?
Have you seen a fellow mortal weighted down with many cares,
Heard him sigh when dread disaster came upon him unawares?
Have you seen him bear it bravely, overcoming all his fears:
Seen him turn his face to heaven gazing upward through his tears?
Seen his countenance of sorrow change and wear the victors smile,
Seen him stand complete in triumph o’er the bitterness of trials?
Winds have ne’er uprooted timber growing deep beneath the sod—
Grief has never conquered mortals who are rooted deep in God.
–Byron E. De Bolt