Healing in All Seasons

Greetings Folks, Todays Poem seeks to tie in the past couple of Poems into one. Almost an epic or a series of Poems that touched on a theme that exits the other side with this goal complete. This has been the goal of mine when composing the past number of poems, But my abiding issue was how to “Tie the lot together”. If That failed then at least we would have another poem that reached out on the same topic.

A couple of weeks back I stated that I would remove my introduction thoughts or passages and lead into the poem itself. BUT that is not always Possible, when with some poetry important notes need placing before some poetry. YET, for best reading this poem, The past few Poems should be read or have been read before this one.

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((This is the closest image that fits the image for I had for this Poem. All thanks go to AI and its attempt to provide the image I asked for. Thus credit goes there))

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Healing in All Seasons




’Neath Nature’s healing wings, with wounds of desire,
Where wanderers with hope find hearts afire.
Healing is sought through Seasons’ soft-flowed grace,
While will and faith in fields fresh growth embrace.



With Seasons’ steady flow, kind Nature’s host,
From faith made fair, God’s own care engrossed,
Here healing hands in quiet grace abound,
As humbled footsteps hallow holy ground.



In spring’s soft song, where blooms begin to breathe,
The soul sheds sorrow’s shroud and learns to weave.
With whispered winds through willow boughs that bend,
New life and love through tender roots ascend.



When summer’s steadfast sun on hearts would shine,
And Warmth weds with wonder, faith in form divine.
Beneath bright boughs the spirit softly grows,
As mercy moves where golden sunlight flows.


Through autumn’s amber hush and falling flame,
As Hearts recalls both grief and grace the same.
And Leaves that falls redeems a wound once sown,
Reminding rest is reaped from what was grown.



When winter weaves her white, watchful veil,
And stillness sings through frost and fleeting gale.
Though silence reigns, the soul yet hears and heals,
For God in quiet snow His solace seals.


For through all Seasons’ song the soul shall see,
That love and loss entwine eternally.
From flooded fields to hearts once torn and tried,
God’s grace abides, where wounded souls have tied.







Copyright © Pat Fitzgerald 2025

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ENDING THOUGHTS:

Thank you for following me on my little journey, that is composing or writing poetry. If Life is a journey which we all walk on and my journey in creating Poetry is a journey of it’s own. Which I still learn much on as I write.

At times I experiment on methods or way how I can improve my poetry, therefore getting feed back is always most welcome for such as these.

When I write poetry, some readers may be offended with something within the poetry. I do not write to offend, But such are written for reasons I outline in the posts. Often I miss typos and mistakes when publishing each poem. I correct the moment I discover such mistakes.

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