Incarnational Spring

Spring is bursting at its seams
To erupt through the ground and sky of
Aging winter.
It seems so light at first thought,
But the springtime wells up from the great depths
Like the spring of my soul,
When light pierces it and
Warmth surges through its tunnels.
It is imminent;
It will not, cannot be contained,
For it is a Living Thing,
A Word that makes the earth tremble.

New Life cannot be bound forever;
It travels in the rays of the Sun
And rides on the wings of the birds.
The breeze carries its message,
And with the rains it soaks blessing into the earth.

It is the fresh scent of clean laundry hanging out to dry.
It is the magical opening of flowers and windows.
It is the joy of children at the playground.
It is the spring cleaning.
It is the cookouts.
It is excitement in the air.
It is the returning spirit of adventure.
It is the resurrection mirror.