It is not Due Season

copyright 2007
Andre Allen


It is not Due Season

For everything that has been toiled, lays only to waste,
But it is not Due Season:

With season a purpose is given; one that we cannot see
But only exposed in the ripeness of time,
For only time knows the beauty of its wait.
Everything fruitful shall be nurtured with care,
And in the process our sorrows are reaped with gladness;
For, toils succumb to the amount of the creator’s purpose,
And to doubt growth is natural for those who do not see beyond time’s shell-
But it is not Due Season:

And so thus, growth must accrue beyond our vision of beauty;
For true beauty is recognized in our hatched labors,
And, not in the shell of its birth
For who can see beyond a shell, than the one within?
Therefore doubt not- it is not Due Season:

For in the time, there is only one who knows what we wait for,
And the promise we wait shall be given;
Lo, we may harvest when all has been nurtured,
For what taste is there without ripeness, but bitter?
And what beauty is in a shell, except it has hatched?
For everything that has been toiled, lays not to waste,
But we cannot see;
Except we yearn, and hope and wait-
Until it is Due Season