Spring! Tight buds unfolding from winter’s frosty hand
Turning to the sun’s warm glowing,
Touched by its magic wand.
The hope of buds and leaves tightly wrapped
With promise of trailing green,
Bright pink and white and yellow light
All waiting there serene.
Spring, resurrection time again!
My heart was like that bud,
When God drew me with warming glow
To turn to Him.
He bid me open up my heart,
And hope was born within.
See how the promise of His love
Is bringing forth, through Him!
It deserves to be repeated (and needed).
“This is the only place on Earth bluebonnets grow, and once a year they come an’ go at this old house here by the road. And when we die, we say we’ll catch some blackbird’s wing, and we will fly away to Heaven come some sweet bluebonnet spring.”
This is a version with an intro and a brief bio of Nigel Farage.
It’s good to have a friend like him.
A Light Exists In Spring
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.