Waters cannot quench His love
As we stand, Rooted in our Creator
The One who gives us breath
Let the refining fire burn from within
Consuming old fruit of seasons past
As it falls to the ground
Released, but not forgotten
For the fruit of dreams that went unfulfilled
Will bring forth new life
Planted in His soil of faith.
Seasons come, seasons go
And your season will come again.
By Sarah Camille Soltani Icely
‘As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace.’
‘For every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.’
– Ecclesiastes 3