May 7, 2012
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. ~ Song of Songs 2:12
I love the majesty of the Spring
and yet the Spring this year has quickly come and almost gone.
You gave the word of the passing of the winter...
oh how we hold on to the cold places,
praying for warmth,
yet evermore pushing off the blankets of comfort
in hopes to find our own way-
our own plans that will work,
that will comfort,
that will heal the frostbitten fingers that strived for beauty.
Yesterday the tears filled my eyes at the news of your majesty.
The winter has past and the spring has come.
I’m a season behind.
I feel the pushing bloom
of Your heart awakening in my branches.
Your plans for me are good.
I am only one tree in the forest
yet these branches will sway to worship You.
This wooden heart will sing...