Springtime is a season
Of hope and joy and cheer.
There's beauty all around us
To see and touch and hear.
So, no matter how downhearted
And discouraged we may be,
New hope is born when we behold
Leaves budding on a tree.
Or when we see a timid flower
Push through the frozen sod
And open wide in glad surprise
Its petaled eyes to God.
For this is just God saying,
"Lift up your eyes to Me,
And the bleakness of your spirit,
Like the budding springtime tree,
Will lose its wintry darkness
And your heavy heart will sing."
For God never sends the winter
Without the joy of spring.
If spring came but once in a century
instead of once a year,
or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake
and not in silence,
what wonder and expectation
there would be in all hearts
to behold the miraculous change.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
Linda C
March 19, 2005
