Seasons

A young mother took her sweet babies to play

In the dry, crunchy leaves on that bright autumn day.

November indeed, but 'twas June in disguise

As Indian summer soon warmed the blue skies.

The colorful leaves in great mountainous piles

Brought jumping and  laughing and plentiful smiles.

As they nestled their bodies in leaves to their noses,

They wrestled each other in childish poses.

A young mother's joy and her soft whispered prayer

Were lifted to heaven on the warm breezy air.

Her soul brimmed with love only mothers can feel;

Her heart long ago did these little ones steal.

"Dear Lord, they're so precious, helpless, and dear.

To see them so happy this day of year,

I wish I could keep them like this, as you know,

Yet I watch them and cherish each day that they grow.

"So, warm their sweet lives with your Son from above

And cause them to grow in Your bountiful love.

As life's seasons change, Lord, this do I pray:

May they be more like You with each swift passing day."

~ Audrey Stoltzfus Fetters