Spring

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“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

          Pablo Neruda

 

always

it's

Spring)and everyone's

in love and flowers pick themselves”

          e.e. cummings

 

“The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.”

          E.B. White

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they say it is spring

it is quite astronomical

 

that moment when the sun appears over the equator

and darkness and light are balanced

 

sometimes it feels as if someone didn’t get the memo

still the flowers slumber

reluctant to rouse themselves from under

the blanket of snow

God’s winter comforter

 

but still, we know

spring will come

the crisp snow will turn to mud

and the crocuses and daffodils will poke their heads

through sullen earth

 

spring is inexorable

this time of new beginnings

when what was sleeping awakes

and what was dormant blossoms into newness

 

there are those moments

when we wonder if spring will ever come

when the grip of winter seems firm

and yet it comes

and brown turns to green

black and white is replaced by Kodachrome

that which is asleep wakens

and even the dead rise

 

spring is the resurrection of the earth

 

there are other resurrections

 

I cannot help but think of the tired earth

that is my aging body

and of my tired soul

frozen by too many lies and too much hate

smothered by the coldness of white supremacy

and those who would be king

 

sometimes it feels as if it is always winter

never spring (thanks C.S. Lewis)

as if the long darkness will never leave

as if the path one trods leads only to the tomb,

to dark stillness

as if the light has gone out

 

and “It's so much darker when a light goes out

than it would have been if it had never shone.” (John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent)

 

and yet spring comes

life comes

resurrection does come

 

for the light shines in the darkness

the warm of Sacred love quickens us all

stirring even cold hearts and tired souls

to new life

 

even as we slow and tire

and our bodies grow old

even as malignant forces

smother love and compassion

and the earth itself struggles

 

new birth comes

again and again and again

until

that time when all is new

heaven and earth

and you

and

me