| A Lenten Song Spring is but newly hatched, not yet steady on its feet, as it cracked out of winter's shell, in a mix of rain, snow and sleet. Black clouds darken the sky, and there's thunder in the hills, while the wind's whistle blows, and stirs the budded daffodils. Too soon yet for their gold, for the promise rich yellow brings. Too soon for the robin, that cheers us so as it sings. Still, purple crocuses abound, in royal and somber beauty, and there's a bare tree on the hillside, with limbs like a cross that I see. True, spring hops cautiously at first, and each thing must take its turn, to bud, to blossom, and to bloom, as we welcome each one's return. And spring will get stronger, and soon it'll burst into joyful song, as with the brilliance of the sun, the glory of God moves it along. copyright 2001 by Roland Ricker HOME EMAIL midi is "Reverie" GRAPHICS designed by DIANA |
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