If you were born and lived exclusively in winter
you might believe that only gray skies and frozen fields exist.
You might adapt and learn to love the shimmering flesh of snow.
You might master throwing snowballs
and appreciate sleeping long hours in the abundant darkness.
But you would not know the tender poppy blossoms of spring,
the bone piercing heat of summer,
or the scarlet leaves of fall.
Truth is many seasons larger than the mind can fathom.
Truth is certain that when one gives
one will always receive more.
When one dies,
one is born.
When one loves,
one knows God.