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

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Reality!

I don’t want to think,


Cause I do want to feel

these things that are happening,

can actually be real.



Too many scenes

And images I've seen

Too many faces of grief

I don’t want to see,



To many faces,

flash through my mind,

when I try to sleep at night,

I don’t want them to be true,



I’ve seen too much,

Heard too much,

Now I know too much,

I can’t deny anymore it is true.



2011 is yet but 2 months old,

How can this time hold?

this terrible toll,

but the images in my mind tell me it’s true.



Tonight I don’t want to sleep

‘cause I don’t to see,

the pain on faces of people I know,

‘cause it makes it all so real.



I can pretend to understand why?

‘cause right now nothing makes sense,

Only this media age in just 2 short months,

We’ve had too much information.



Then just today a few bombshells

made a direct hit,

things I found out

I rather not know.



I know I’m in shock,

so much truth in so little time,

I don’t want to think or feel,

Otherwise it becomes real!



Debbie Chilton (c) 2011



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