In the crisp air
of the blue-sky day
Still
icy enough to numb your toes
They’re playing
the same refrain –
It echoes forth in
a thousand tongues
Climbing
heavenward up the suede bark of the sequoia –
Soft to the touch like a warm mare
in a sundrenched pasture
Gardeners’ spades
breaking earth chime it out like church bells
While cooing doves
share the news with their pigeon cousins,
Chattering
over lunch
In dappled light,
the bamboo tries a few strains,
Leaves
and shoots bidden by unseen breeze
Longing to be
clothed in beauty once again, the thorny rose branches
Hear the rising
melody and dare to hope
All at once, a
hush comes over them all,
Like an orchestra
before the Oboe’s “La”
(Even the bamboo
stops its rustling)
And upon the grassy
hillock, daffodil shoots play their
One preliminary
note so all may hear:
“It won’t be long now…”
(We all know s o m e t h i n g w o n d e r f u l is about to happen)
The robin, in all
his tiny glory, chirps out the same, warming my
Heart chilled by winter’s
bite with the promise of the concert to come –
The
Spring Symphony
That
all will join
To
play in perfect harmony –
The yearly dress
rehearsal heralding an even greater Coming.
“It won’t be long
now…”
Let heaven and
nature sing!
“Surely I am
coming soon.”
Amen. Come,
Lord Jesus!
–
Revelation 22:20
January 20, 2020
Parc du Thabor
Rennes, France
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