The sunkissed wind warms me,
In places deep within,
As the world bursts forth.
Bright fuchsia adorns slender branches
That were naked and forlorn just yesterday.
White, pink, and yellow ripple across the trees,
A silent chorus of life.
The daffodils bend their smiling faces in the breeze,
Nodding at me in quiet understanding.
They bloom after winter’s hard days,
And trust in the timing God has granted them.
Even the dandelions and purple clover are beautiful,
Flooding the ground with their glory,
Flourishing in spite of – perhaps because of –
Little children plucking and filling their baskets and bowls full.
Spring has come,
A reminder that God is still present,
That he brings life,
That he covers my nakedness and need with His mercy and glory,
That he cares for even the little birds and flowers.
And as the dry winter earth soaks up the warm spring rains,
So may we soak up the living water
That is always within reach,
If we will only slow down and
Reach out our hands to grasp it,
And He will restore our souls.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul. ~ Psalm 23:2-23
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