May the first breeze of SpringTouch your heart and caress your face
With a gentle tease of the beauty of the
Felt, but unseen glance of God’s benevolent love.
As the seasons change and you behold
The oneness in Nature’s rhythm, be
Thankful as the Spring’s tulips, who
Stretch their necks heavenward in praise
And thanks for their short span of glory.
Take time to feel the warmth of
The Sun who spreads his blanket of heat
On all with non-judgment and impartiality;
To melt the hearts of those frozen in
The icy grip of self-concern.
As the setting sun appears to rest,
Do the same with your quiver of fears,
Releasing them into the hands of God;
To disburse as meteors in
A blaze of night light mystery.
Pray for God’s joy to be a
Gentle rain to soften your soul
To be prepared for the showers
Of His constantly unfolding blessings.
- by Marc R. Boulais