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

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Eyes are the Window to the Soul

Through the window

You’re looking through my window,

Would like to see,

What it is to live,

As someone who is different.



Come in!

Make yourself at home,

Yeah! It’s different,

Perhaps peculiar at times.



But have a cuppa,

It won’t take much time,

You looked through my window.

That makes you curios about who I am.



Let me share of my passions

And you do the same,

Sure we look different,

I bet we’re a like too!



Thank you! A listen ear,

In this moment in time,

If you come again,

Enter through the door not the Window.

 Copyright (c) Debbie Chilton,  April 2011
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