Liz Schauer

Empty pools, vacant parks.

The echoes of smittenly screaming children structured into the thirty minutes of school sanctioned recess.

The end of one, the start of another.

Seasons this September signify more than just a change in the air, there is a switch in circumstance and pace.

Sadness and the constance of joy intermingle as each new journey, not ones wished for, begin.

Each turn presents opportunities in the presence of soul-felt objections of what lies ahead.

The depth of empty pools cannot compare to the depth of nearness and fairness that will be felt,

But forever, just as always,

The God who created such seasons themselves will be speaking simple reminders of his presence.