april 29th

April draws to a close as masses witness a wedding,

and a child is home from abroad

and a mother lies weak in her bed,

and the daffodils bloom in the gardens.

bumbles and blossoms

springtime

Aaahhh, the joy of it!

The giddiness of plunging into puddles,

the exuberance of running along muddy trails,

barefoot.

american gold finches

in their summer finery...

Easter Sunday

Spring's first fruits are plucked by little hands

and tucked into the glass on the windowsill,

by the rosy cheeked one and the blue eyed one

and the brown eyed one too,

and the smell of the fresh air is in their hair

as I pull them close and breath a prayer

of thanks to them

and for them

and their gifts.

And He, the first fruit,

plucked from the tomb,

with eternity in His eyes

and the scent of heaven in His hair,

pulls us close and breathes a prayer

of mediation for us.

Thanks be to Him for this indescribable gift.

Good Friday

april 17th

Cold and blustery, the morning dropped snow onto the timid lives,

and I grumbled about the weather and the wind

until I stepped outdoors and discovered diamonds;

some scattered amongst the greens

others tucked into the folds of the monocots.

Pearls of great price easily found when sought.

Blessings abundant for open grateful hearts.

Grumbles evaporate like the april snow

when humbled by the Creator's Glory.

Pettiness dissipates

when confronted with miniscule majesty.