Why are there “fifty two weeks in each year”?
Fifty two times for Sundays to draw near
Fifty two sunsets on Saturday without fear,
Twenty six fortnights in which couplets appear.
Twelve times the moon circles for the heavenly engineer,
Four seasons of pleasures for rabbits and reindeer.
Each sunrise comes forth with sorrow or cheer,
While some behold His Son without giving Him ear.
Twenty four hours for turning this sphere,
Hours of minutes clicked on by each gear.
A tick and a tock as the seconds disappear,
Time marches on without interfere.
We begin thinking with intentions most sincere,
Of all we could do with the next new year.
Then proceed in each moment to adhere,
To old paths and thoughts which domineer.
For we’ve traveled their ways and conquered that fear,
Our dreams are so great with plans to profiteer.
But taxes and needs leave us only a souvenir.
Still we desire to breathe more and persevere,
Then find as in the minds of our noblest peer,
We know that God has chosen how long we are here.
Yet not any closer to the why “fifty two weeks in each year”.