[This is a little poem I wrote for a recent Sunday School homework assignment. The week I wrote it felt like the beginnings of Spring, but the weather has since gone back to Winter. (Apparently it even flurried the other day.) I can’t wait for the return of Spring!]
The wind blows a fresh scent into my face,
the promise of new life rising up from the ground,
sprouting from hidden places,
making me forget what has come before,
the gloom brushed aside in a moment
of deep inhalation. This is freedom.
I lift my head, eyes closed,
and soak in the feeling of light,
the warmth of the sun spreading throughout my being.
And from within, the stirrings of songs and laughter
fill the stillness with silent joy.