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

Friday, February 18, 2011

Inpact of Floods

Inpact

Fear

Grips

Terrifying

We brace to face

Descending waters that

Spiral towards us.



What

Lies

Underneath

Murky brown water



That

Creeping

Towards us

Gathering speed.



Brown

Raging

Destructive

Water descends

Our homes ahead.



It

Will take

Those who live

Directly ahead

As the waters rage

With destructive force.



Water

Washed

Away all

Within its path

Leaving stinking brown mud.

Grief

Rips

Through town

Our Community

Torn apart like

Ruin homes we stand

Witnessing brokenness of spirits.



How

Do we

Begin to

Rebuild shatter

Homes and lives


We

For now

Must burry

Our loved ones

To grieve what we have lost

Debbie Chilton, Copyright (c) 2011


Photo (c) Paul Chilton, 2011 
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