Praising All Seasons Long: Haiku Verses

Seasons of life bloom;
Scents are fresh as a perfume.
Effuse! Tell the world.

Seasons of life wilt.
Limbs limp like gummy worms.
Ain't way down the hill?

Whate'er life brings,
Scented blooms or falling leaves . . .
Praise! God always cares.

Unlike Job, I tend to forget God when I am lying in a bed of roses; question Him when I am wallowing in mud. Nevertheless, I learned something while nursing my deeply wounded soul lately. Rather than sulking, I wrote these haiku praises as I thought of the wonde...