Friday, 6 July 2007

The Seasons Of My Soul by: Helen Steiner Rice

Why am I cast down
And despondently sad
When I long to be happy
And joyous and glad?

Why is my heart heavy
With unfathomable weight
As I try to escape
This soul-saddened state?

I ask myself often ...
"What makes life this way,
Why is the song silenced
In the heart that was gay?"

And then, with God's help
It all becomes clear,
The "Soul" has its "Seasons"
Just the same as the year.

I, too, must pass through
Life's autumn of dying,
A desolate period
Of heart-hurt and crying.

Followed by winter
In whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen
As the snow-covered land.

Yes, man too must pass
Through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge
That everything ends.

And, Oh! What a blessing
To know there are reasons
And to find that our soul
Must, too, have it's seasons.

"Bounteous Seasons"
And "Barren Ones," too.
Times for rejoicing
And times to be blue.

But meeting these seasons
Of dark desolation
With strength that
is born Of anticipation

That comes from knowing
That "autumn-time sadness"
Will surely be followed by a
"Springtime of Gladness."


  1. There's a season for everything under the sun. The season of joy and that of pain.

    The main thing is knowing that behind every cloud, there's a silver lining, and no matter how long a tunnel is, there's always light at the end of it.

    Do have a lovely weekend!

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  3. I now know why she's one of your favourite poets. Yes, I read the profiles... sometimes

  4. There's a time for everything, time to be happy and a time to be sad, to cry then a time to laugh, to sleep then to wake, to stay down and to arise, to seek then to find. Ecclesiastes 3?

    Very well said, gives me such a good understanding

  5. hmmm interesting
    ok Prettylyf said what I ws about to say
    Ecclesiastes 3

  6. Fosho, dark nites of our souls...All great wo/men have been there. They are like wombs that propell us to greater spiritual heights. Rhetorics are posed n silence only sells until God decides to tell. 'Why hath God forsaken me?' This is when we dont see His footprints cos He's carryin us above principalities and trampling on the scorpions for our sakes. One!

  7. I needed to read this right now! I feel this if not more.

    I'm glad you posted this!