We know life’s divided by seasons;
is that true of reality, too?
All acts of the Master have reasons;
that divisions of reality will do.
Are multiple universes stacked together;
each one, on top of another;
endless lifetimes; all cycling forever;
involving each sister and brother?
Spring is the season of reality’s birth;
life planted in the garden’s domain;
a duplicate universe containing earth;
where rebellion was allowed to remain.
Summer is time for optimum growth;
the heat is on for all souls to discern;
a difficult time for man to keep his troth;
the Master’s Love, to earn.
Autumn is a season for love’s competitions;
many escorts or beaus compete for our love;
but only the Master deserves our suppositions;
for He alone holds all secrets above.
Winter is recognized as the season of dying;
another season of reality is at end;
we lost another effort of perfection complying;
but a new cycle’s just waiting to begin.
After many cycles, we have learned not to try;
we can’t trust ourself to change our life’s role;
many seasons of reality teach us to rely;
for only the Master can change our soul.
The Cardboard Breadman
7/25/21.