Ode to the Joyless Season


Weeping, enduring the night

   Joyless, yet in your presence

      You are always there,

         So where is the joy of Your Salvation


The bottle is empty, the wine no more

   The joyful feast was so full of joy

      Yet the quietness is not totally joyless

         It’s just not joyfully, joyful


So we wait for the joy that’s in the fountain

   It will spring again in the morning

      For the new wine is on the vine

         The harvest near, comes in the morning


So endure the joyless wait in hope

   There is the smell of flowers in the vine

      The scent of promise, the vintage comes

         Though the cluster unseen, the flowers are fragrant


Be content for the season of fragrance in waiting

   For to everything there is a season, turn, turn, turn

      For the harvest of joy not yet in the bottle

         Be still and know that He is the Lord of the Harvest!