I go to pray, close my eyes,
And a sweet bird chirps somewhere beyond my window.
“Thank you for spring,” I say.
The joyful song still sung floats to my window.
“Thank you for spring.”
I prayed for snow a lot this year, and it came, several times in fact. But now it is time for warm weather and breezes and birds singing happy tunes. Something new is happening. Can’t you feel it? It’s time to keep moving. To move with the changes and not against them. To flow with the goodness of spring.