Poetry Month, Spring



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)

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Dreaming, Lola, Spring

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Lola’s Spring Dreams
For there is hope for a tree,
    if it be cut down, that it will sprout again,
    and that its shoots will not cease.
Though its root grow old in the earth,
    and its stump die in the soil,
yet at the scent of water it will bud
    and put out branches like a young plant.
Job 14: 7-9

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