On a walk this afternoon, Lord,
I came across these beauties
preparing for their spring debut
and I thought...
These tulips have been quarantined since fall:
out of circulation, masked by frozen earth,
keeping proper social distance, awaiting the vaccine
that only spring can bring:
sunshine, warmth and rain
and the thaw that raises up new life
where wintry death had cast its spell
and stilled for months such beauty's growth...
Now, our quarantine is showing signs of spring
and for that I'm more than grateful
- but teach us, Lord, teach us the patience
of daffodils, jonquils and tulips;
render us as yielding as dogwood
waiting quietly to flower,
as forsythia holding its breath
before breaking forth in yellow-golden praise
of you and of this season
when you tease us and invite us
to be born again in grace
as though we've wakened from the dead...
Make us patient, Lord,
with the seasons as they change,
with you and with your ways,
and with healing of our world
that waits the touch of your hand
in the spring time of this year...
Protect us, Lord, while we're awake
and watch over us as we sleep
that awake, we might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen.
Hymn of Promise by Nancy Allen
In the bulb, there is a flower
In the seed, an apple tree
In cocoons, a hidden promise
Butterflies will soon be free
In the cold and snow of winter
There's a spring that waits to be
Unrevealed until its season
Something God alone can see
There's a song in every silence
Seeking word and melody
There's a dawn in every darkness
Bringing hope to you and me
From the past will come the future
What it holds, a mystery
Unrevealed until its season
Something God alone can see
In our end is our beginning
In our time, infinity
In our doubt, there is believing
In our life, eternity
In our death, a resurrection
At the last, a victory
Unrevealed until its season
Something God alone can see
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