This short prose poem came to me as a result of looking at a photo I capture and reflecting on what autumn meant to me. I came spontaneously and quickly.  Once, I wrote, something internally and spiritually happened to me,  I literally felt a foundation being laid and myself being solidifying...It was a rebirth of myself in Christ. It happened on November 3, 2025

This year was one of the most grueling year...spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically. But, God! His grace and mercy saw me through.  Even though I'm still in the eye of the storm,  Im not bother nor controlled by it. 

This year if i were to sum it up: (Hard Reset to Integrated). 

I hope you're bless by it. 

The Golden Season

My favorite season of the year! I call it the golden season—that beautiful moment bef

ore nature retreats into obscurity…the winter season. This season is the guardian of life; spring and summer testify to its care.

Then spring bursts forth, revealing the life preserved during those cold, treacherous days—colors, fragrances, and hope rising from dormancy.

Summer follows, displaying nature’s strength and resilience, its ability to overcome and thrive.

And then autumn arrives—the pinnacle of all seasons combined into one. Things are dying while others come to life. Heat and cold coexist. Rain falls. Trees transform, their foliage ablaze with vibrant colors… before surrendering back into obscurity.

Our lives reflect these seasons. We can be in one season or experience all of them at once. But know this: there’s a common thread through every season—life is present, and God will see us through no matter where we currently are.

Galatians 6:9 — "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."