Christina Rossetti wrote many sonnets, most of them very compelling. This poem is based on one of her more shocking sonnets, one inspired by the book of Ecclesiastes. You can read the original poem here. I have used Rossetti’s poem as my basis, but have tried to inject a bit more hope into its resolution. Joy in Each Season (After “The One Certainty”) One thing is sure: that underneath this sun There is no new thing; age and age pass by; The eye and ear are never satisfied And every day ends like it has begun. Tossed back and forth by blowing wind, we run And gambol in the passing joy, yet sigh, Caught in between the question and reply, Tomorrow nothing new, today near done. All this the Preacher saw and tells us now; His findings – unresolved, vague – churn within. Yet there is nothing better, he declares, Than finding grateful joy in each affair, Each orbit of this earth, each time therein, And stand before our God, words few, and bow.