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It's
Time For Spring
When all the Earth seems
chilled and bleak
Offering only insecurity
for you and me,
The whole world, frozen
over,
With no where left to
plead.
Life somehow empty,
hard and colorless
Lonely, silent, piercing,
bare,
With dark, heavy skies
e'er looming
Absorbing every prayer.
Deep frost, appearing
here to stay
Hope for tomorrow, shattered,
lost,
Supply stripped away
by desperate need
From Winter's cruel
loss.
What might we do, achieve,
Where find comfort,
in such days, unkind,
Gripped tight by Winter's
grasp
With no real joy to
find.
Yet, could this be the
very hour to know
Enduring faith cannot
be gone,
That in the dead of
darkest night
E'er comes the mighty
hand of God.
With His promised thaw,
unleashed on Earth
Uplifting all to gleam,
The Son shine forth,
the warm breeze blow
And all the world be
free.
Ah, when due, Spring
most surely will emerge
Burst forth with fresh
abundant life,
A miracle of sun gold
rays
Sweep wide with searching
light.
Believe, bitter icicles
piercing through
Frostbitten hearts that
hurt, attack,
Will melt, when freezing
winds withdraw
With no more cause to
act.
Fresh shoots within
the Earth's hard crust
Will bravely break the
code,
Crash through the barriers
cold writ
The formulae e'er sown.
The deep secret law
will soon unleash
The law of love and
light,
To flood the world with
life anew
And bring defeat of
night.
With sweet song of bird,
there will be praise
For nesting time is
due,
E'er gathering in, the
tender, soft
To build all that is
true.
The big thaw is nigh,
melt ice on high
And flood, Oh mighty
rivers run,
Wide course sand banks
with fertile soil
To overflow with love.
Spring rain pour down,
sweet shower, fall
Refresh the Earth with
dew,
Unfurl the petals, long
asleep
Sweet beauty, flower,
bloom.
Confound the frozen
vaults, unlock
And open wide the door,
Spring joy is come,
let life e'er rise
In Your perfect time,
Oh Lord.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© March 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and
gone.
Flowers appear on the
earth;
the season of singing
has come,
the cooing of doves,
is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms it's
early fruit;
the blossoming vines
spread their fragrance.
Arise, come...
my beautiful one, come
with Me."
Song of Solomon 2:11-13
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