Sing A Song of Spring

March wind, wild wind, blow this day.
Whirl the winter snow away. Dry the
ditches and the hollows-in tracks where
April follows. Clear a path for her advance.
Teach the daffodils to dance. Through your
ravings harsh and strong-thrushes thread
a golden song. Cleanse the air, Make fresh
the earth-for the season of rebirth.

-Winifred Emma May 

Spring Breezes

 Lee Stroncek

   The year's at the spring
    And day's at the morn;
    Morning's at seven;
    The hillside's dew-pearled;
    The lark's on the wing;
    The snail's on the thorn:
    God's in His heaven—
    All's right with the world! 

-Robert Browning 

"Hark, I hear a robin calling!
List, the wind is from the south!
And the orchard-bloom is falling
Sweet as kisses on the mouth.

In the dreamy vale of beeches
Fair and faint is woven mist,
And the river's orient reaches
Are the palest amethyst.

Every limpid brook is singing
Of the lure of April days;
Every piney glen is ringing
With the maddest roundelays.

Come and let us seek together
Springtime lore of daffodils,
Giving to the golden weather
Greeting on the sun-warm hills."
Spring Song

Lucy Maude Montgomery

Spring Trees In Bloom

New York Botanical Garden

Bronx NYC  

"The air and the earth interpenetrated
 in the warm gusts of spring;

 the soil was full of sunlight,
 and the sunlight full of red dust.  

The air one breathed 
was saturated with earthy smells,

 and the grass under foot 
had a reflection of the blue sky in it."
 -Willa Cather

  

 Spring in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge

 in Southwest Oklahoma

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
  "The Sensitive Plant"

 ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Springtime Bluebells

Blakes Wood Danbury

Essex England 

Pearls of Wisdom

"But to man He said, "Behold, the reverential

and worshipful fear of the Lord-that is Wisdom;

and to depart from evil is understanding."

Job 28:28

Job is the story of one man's remarkable and

unshakable faith in the midst of adversity. 

"You shall love your neighbor

as you do yourself."

Matthew 22:39

 “I'm still discovering, right up to this moment,

 that it is only by living completely in this world 

that one learns to have faith.

 I mean living unreservedly in life's duties, problems,

 successes and failures, experiences and perplexities.

 In so doing, we throw ourselves completely

 into the arms of God.”

 -Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

1906-1945

German Lutheran Minister and

anti-Nazi dissident

 “Thou art my God: Thy Spirit is good.” 

 Psalm 143:10

Within the maddening maze of things,
When tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!

No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.

I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.

And so beside the silent sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.

I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.

 "The Eter­nal Good­ness"

By John G. Whittier

" When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you."

"Footprints In The Sand"

By Mary Stevenson

"Forsake not Wisdom, and she will keep

defend, and protect you; love her,

and she will guard you."

Proverbs 4:6 

 God's Wisdom is always perfect!

Daffodils and Crocus

"The flowers appear on the earth;

the time of the singing of the birds has come,

and the voice of the turtledove 

is heard in our land."

Song of Solomon

2:12 

 

How would the robins and other birds

know it is time to migrate north once

again to eagerly anticipate 

visiting the bird feeders in my yard?

A Bird's Eye View

Robins perched in a flowering Dogwood Tree

Swept slightly by the south wind

The elm leaves softly stirred

And in their pale green clusters

There straightway bloomed a bird.

His glossy feathers glistened,

With dyes as richly red

As any tulip flaming

From out the garden bed.

But, ah, unlike the tulips,

In joyous strain, ere long,

This red-bird flower unfolded,

A heart of golden song.

"The Red Bird"

By Eveleen Stein

Papa Cardinal feeds his "blooming" babies!