He sat with autumn's mother , awaiting daughter spring , dreaming of warm days to come and the songs they were to sing. He took her maiden hand in his , and there placed his golden ring, it gave her hope through winter's cold of the promised warmth he'd bring. But jealous winter, felt cheated sore, lashed out with icy wind, and snatched away her dowry poor and froze him with a sting. He fought against the icy blast with even colder rage , which sadly tore her from the bower , that her gentle sun had made.
She cried forlorn to lose her prince and see instead a shade , as winter closed his heart away in a stern protective cave.
He railed madly at the stubborn rock with an angry righteous blade , how dare they cheat him in this way and lay claim to spring's parade ?
So there he stood, with blunted knife, as the last of the blossom fell dismayed and angry with his life, he heard the distant knell.
And there are stories one could tell, of broken stricken men, nursing unforgiveness, with hearts that never mend. having shunned the only witness who the aching wound could quell, they sit alone and friendless in cold and bitter cells.
But this account has more to say of when the rock caved in.
The cracks of summers broken heart let the healing rain pour in.
The tree that sprang from this small chance, had leaves that grew again , springing from the many scars as the love came flooding in.
What broke the rock ?
We stop to ask
as we approach the end.
The gentle love of a father's heart
Who'se mercy never ends.
October 2023
