There is a thought hums through my brain
Reminds one of an old refrain
Familiar words I’ve heard before
What is it we are waiting for ?
Our Precious Lord and Sacred Dove,
The Prince of Peace from up above
Fulfilling promises God gave
To save us from the Final Grave.
I hear the rain, its pouring down
The raindrops splashing all around
The smell of spring is, oh, so sweet
With more to come, our daily treat.
This earth is parched and overcome
The winter’s been its old hum-drum
The spring is here for its short stay
Let’s make the most of every day !
The angels up in heaven cry
For all the babies that will die
Ere all their lives have yet begun
In agony as one by one
They feel the thrust of surgeon’s knife
Before the ending of each life.
Our dearest Lord, have mercy on
These tiny victims that are gone
Help all who’ve suffered from the crimes
To rise again in kinder times
There find the promise of God’s love
And help from angels up above !
The tender shoots have gone to bed
They chose to doze in spring instead
The cherry trees have gone to sleep
The willows now no longer weep !
All of God’s seeds are taking naps
Avoiding all the snowy traps
The season sure makes one big mess
With slosh and cold, I must confess.
Think of all the joy it will bring
When God appears in early spring
Returning treasures we had lost
To snow and ice and winter’s frost !
I wish, I wish that I could be
A butterfly that flutters free
I’d hop from flower to flower
Sipping nectar by the hour
And spend my days in company
That looks and sounds the same as me.
I know my lifespan cannot last
Thus all I do must happen fast
Since most bug life accelerates
There is no time for friendly dates
And so this beauty that we see
Too soon before one knows shall flee !
I watch the wind come out to play
It happens each and every day
I hear the rain come pelting down
The rooftops echo with the sound.
I see the gulls fly overhead
While other birds had all but fled
Their wasted nests hid in the trees
The remnants of last winter’s freeze.
Oh spring you are not far behind
I simply cannot wait to find
Rebirth in every sort of way
As nature does her role replay.
What precious joy each day doth bring
Our God has thought of everything !
I see God’s colors clearly, crisp blue of winter sky
The umber of the dried leaves as they go flashing by
Cool gray of all the clouds as they circumvent up high
And in the sleeping gardens, dull green of plants that die.
The colors are quite somber, I wish they were alive
Suppose I’ll have to wait for the springtime to arrive
I can barely bide the time till the brightness will revive
As I make this silent wish that I shall be alive !
I am this person old and gray
Who’s reaching out to you today
I beg you please to take my hand
I’ll lead you through God’s promised land.
The trees are tall, the flowers sweet
God’s goodness shines on every street
The weather’s neither hot nor cold
It takes forever to grow old.
There are no wars or pestilence
And folks possess good commom sense
What can this be, you ask of me
My dear, it’s God’s heredity !
Oh brisk November, cold and chill
Baring all of bleak winters ill
Your days are short while nights are long
The winds too brash, the currents strong.
The message that’s delivered here
Now echoes clearly on the ear
No matter what your stay may bring
God guarantees each newborn spring.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 