Recording Life Seasons

In my writing and art I endeavor to capture the seasons of life.

The season of our lives changes as we move through life and experience all it means to be human. Whether I am writing a story, a novel or a simple poem, I endeavour to capture the essence of who we are, where we come from, and to whom we belong. In my art work it is the cycle of life and the changes in the yearly seasons I seek to capture.








There Is a Season

To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven,

A time to be born,

And a time to die,

A time to plant,

Amd a time to pluck what is planted,

A time to kill,

And a time to heal,

A time to break down,

And a time to build up,

A time to weep,

And a time to laugh,

A time to mourn,

And a time to dance,

A time to cast stones,

And a time to gather stones,

A time to embrace,

And a time to refrain from embracing,

A time to gain,

And a time to lose,

A time to keep,

And a time to throw away,

A time to tear,

And a time to sew,

A time to keep slience,

And a time to speak,

A time to love,

And a time to hate,

A time of war,

And a time of peace.



Ecclesiastes 3: 1 - 8

Thursday, April 22, 2010

About The Gift Wrapping



A PARCEL FROM HEAVEN

If I were a parcel from heaven.
Would you attempted to send me back,
Would you say to God,
He got the packaging wrong?
Would you suggest he change this or that?

If I were a parcel from heaven,
Would you choose to look inside?
Would you look beyond what you saw?
Would you allow me through your door?

If I were a parcel from heaven,
Would you be happy just to enjoy,
Would you resist the temptation
to analyze me?
Would you be content to enjoy
the beauty in me?

Oh, my friend why can't you see?
I am truly a parcel from heaven,
Why do you look at me as though
what you see is wrong?
Instead of enjoying the
beauty in me?

Copywrite (c) Debbie Chiltion, 2003

From my book, 'Treasured Friendships' 

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