Just when I think I cannot
bear another drab day,
Spring pours her golden
rays across the land,
Coaxing buds and blooms
from barren branches,
Calling slumbering bulbs
from winter beds,
Crowning the earth with
blossoms bright, while
Birds weave grassy
nurseries and
Broadcast lullabies on
silken breezes.
Just when I think God no
longer speaks,
A hymn, a verse or
someone’s words,
Carried on a Holy Wind,
Flashes insight so clear,
it renews
Tarnished
vision to first brilliance.
Just when I think it
all an absurd illusion,
Just then, He speaks to
me.
For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come. . . .
Song of Solomon 2:11-12 (AMP)
Copyright ©Reflections from Dorothy's Ridge 2016. All rights reserved
Labels: Poetry Month, Spring
