From where I sit, I can see the two breathtaking cherry blossom trees in full bloom in my backyard. I moved in this summer so this is my first Spring season in my current home. The little pinkish white petals are everywhere. I call them nature’s confetti. And, well, let’s just say the party has slowly made its way into my house as Daisy Doo goes in and out to “do” her business. Here’s a silly, little poem I wrote about it:
Petals here. Petals there.
I see petals everywhere.
Falling, floating through the air.
Short on petals? I can share!
-yours truly, March 2011
No literary awards here, I suppose.
But, why, you ask, such carefree prose?
Sometimes, after a looong, cold winter, one is simply ready for spring. Yesterday, upon completion of a year’s worth of journal entries, I wrote a song to express my thought process. I don’t want to give the whole thing away just yet, but here are my working lyrics from the bridge (giving credit to the Lord, of course, as I borrowed again from Scripture – Isaiah 43:19):
(He said) ‘See, I am doing a new thing – do you not perceive (it)?’
Making a way in the desert - filling up wasteland with streams
Yours is a story of Winter – but, child, you have believed
That I am the Author of your life – and now I am writing your Spring
Upon this week’s pronouncement of spring, full of hope and possibilities . . . I say, “Bring it, Lord!” Or rather, at the risk of sounding a wee bit cheesy, “Spring it, Lord!” (hee-hee)
Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime. -Martin Luther
Continually encouraged by our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and Brennan Manning’s reminder of Christ’s present risenness,