Waiting For Spring:
Silence fills my ears as I stare out at the open field.
Will warmth ever come?
Will winter ever yield?
I know under the snow there is movement in the ground:
Seeds beginning to stir,
Green pushing upwards.
Life is there beneath the snow covered mound.
Each day the sun feels stronger and warmer than before.
It's a long and hard passage
To springs glimmering shore
We cannot spur on the change nor can the movement cease
Spring will come
Warmth will be felt
No matter how long it may delay or tease
The faithfulness of God; we see it in this time.
The leaves shall come;
The flowers on the vine.
Over and over it goes; onward the pattern strides
Showing beauty in waiting.
Showing beauty in death.
Re-birthing beauty in new, fresh, bursting life!
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