Times and Seasons

Just because the skirmish is over does not mean we feel safe to come out of hiding.  Though the day may be sunny and calm, we may yet believe the safest place is underground, in our hole, in our cave.  Eventually, we dare to poke our heads out into the light, eyes squinting, hoping for peace, the memory of battle still fresh, wounds still stinging.  We cannot stay in our dark caves forever, can we?  For life happens outside, in the sun and the breeze, under the trees, with the sound in our ears of waves rolling onto the sand.

TIMES AND SEASONS

A time to retrench,
to dig the fox hole deeper,
though the enemy’s tanks have gone,
the rumble and the smoke and the clatter, gone;
deep ruts angling off in the mud.

A time to hunker down,
to close my eyes and let
the war rage on in
some other field.

My battle is done.
In my trench I hide,
safely.

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2 thoughts on “Times and Seasons

    1. Roger Baker-Utah Post author

      Thanks, Patsy. Your comment begs the question: How long is long enough? Some of us tend to stay in too long. Others not long enough. When is our healing done? Or, when are we sufficiently healed to risk new injury? I suspect there is no right answer. We just each do our best. Thanks again!

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