Blue in Spring

“It seems at some point you’d run out of awful.” —Kathryn Stockett, The Help Blue in Spring I hear the birds, do you? Or are they unseen to your ears, as to my eyes? The sun is shining, though I don’t see its glowing orb. The trees are budding, buddying up, growing closer as their fingertips touch. The seeds clawing their way through Spring soil, proud with hues of yellow, orange, red and blue. Blue in Spring, springboard of life’s enemies, looking for a kill in looks, jeers, smackdowns, any ills; ruination of imperfection; the stinger looking for an opening. No forgiveness; yet God blesses us with soft rain, comforting sunflowers, shade from a grandfather oak; and weeping willows that we might hang on the turning tendrils, cling to a childhood dream of happily ever after. Our glee and laughter arrive in His realm; God is delighted to receive our gratitude.