"The Story" is for time. "The Seasons" is for times. "The Song" is for the rain and divides the time. The Seasons Autumn: In the nostalgia of autumn, as leaves flee, so also do they fly. I speak of old behavior and the fallen, lustful heart. Passion, properly defined as patient love, is the eye through which light enters. Winter: The briskness of winter blues is the longing for fire. I speak of weather on the spectrum of religion, where the hearth is safe. Spring: Picture, then, the delicacy of pastel petals. Christianity is the walk of a springing courtship. To walk alongside God is to be with Him in the morning, in the evening, and all year round. Summer: Oh, for the summers that ripen the fruit! The ultimate pen begs the order of God, then man, then woman. I write as the woman who discovers the well near the vineyard in Eden. There is a lemon tree there, coated with milk and honey, near the berry bush, whose lovely aroma perfumes the air. I also see an olive tree. I have made an essence of the aloes. The Song Within these notes are an offering similar to that of Magdalene's. ***** To God be the glory. This book is for you. 1