This Too Shall Pass

Perhaps This Too shall Pass

Autumn was brisk, cold and very short this year.

The leaves took no time to fall and cover the nearly already frozen ground.

It isn’t even the first week in December and the chill of winter has made its way about.

Perhaps Mother Nature has come about to feelings of empathy for me,

As I too have a heart that has changed from warm to cold in an abnormally short a time.

A love of many years is responsible for these many tears falling quickly down my cheeks to a cold and weary heart.

I cannot take time. I no longer have the strength to gracefully mourn my broken heart.

One time too many, one word too harsh, like the wind so strong and too cold for

a tree to hold on to her last few colorful leaves; I cannot.

So here I am, just this skeleton of a once beautiful blossoming tree, barren, shivering, and dry. Just as the tree sheds her last leaf in Autumn I now have no more tears to left to cry.

Nothing to shelter me from the harsh freezing winds, my insides all out in the open for the world to see, as my new life begins.

I turn deep within myself and pull strength from my inner source. Just as the tree lives off its root system, I must depend on my own root system, my Lord.

He is my Rock and my Salvation, a very present help in time of tribulation. When I need a shelter I go to Him and I need a shelter. When I need comfort He is my comforter. I need comfort. When I need counsel, I go to Him and I need counsel.

Yes, I will go to Him.

Perhaps just as the tree looses its leaves in Autumn and then again springs forth new life in the Spring, I too shall be given such a blessed cycle of life. Perhaps I too, shall have this to look forward to.

Perhaps, this too shall pass.

As for now, I am shivering and my heart is cold. I only have eyes to see the cold winter ahead. The one who I love, who has stripped me of my leaves and tossed me to the wayside, is but a piercing gust of freezing wind that shrieks past my the nakedness of my heart from time to time only to remind me that I am less than what I ought to be to the one I love.

Perhaps, this too shall pass.