From: A Collection of Blessings

We know we must pass through the seasons God sends,

Content in the knowledge that everything ends,

And, oh, what a blessing to know there are reasons

And to find that our souls must, too, have their seasons—

Bounteous seasons and barren ones, too,

Times for rejoicing and times to be blue—

But meeting these seasons of dark desolation

With the strength that is born of anticipation

Comes from knowing that every season of sadness

Will surely be followed by a springtime of gladness.