Resurrection

I breathed the delicious spring morning air.
Raindrops were sparkling all over the grass
While showers fell from trees like diamonds rare.
I was reluctant for this time to pass.

Ev'ry now and then a soft wind awoke
Like a fresh throb of the spirit of life,
A peaceful, quiet scene when no one spoke.
The rain and wind connect like sheath and knife.

In hollows of stone, rain gathered in pools.
Soon jonquils and tulips would start to sprout,
The rebirth of nature, a sign God rules
Quietly as stars in twilight shine out.

When the sun had finally "made its round"
And had yielded to the friendly spring night,
There rose the silver moon without a sound,
All these but a reflection of God's might.

God's own workmanship is never shoddy.
We should contentedly share what He gives,
Looking to redemption of the body,
Knowing He'll come for us, sure as He Lives!

Geneva Poynter

May 22, 2011