So cheerful are the early soft Spring days.
My mind drifts forward to the sunny rays,
that surely come when Winter cold is gone,
and showy flowers by His hand are drawn.
Each morning grants phantasmagoric sights
that thrill the eyes with flowers from the night’s
surging buds of panchromatic color
and trumpet praises as God’s extoller.
We are reminded of His sacrifice
and triumphant rebirth of our dear Christ.
When all seems more optimistic and bright
with joy and hope and Him as guiding light.
All’s well with our world and it’s going strong.
past is behind and forthward we belong.
October approaches with sharp bursting color
that awes senses with majesty.
Cool winds blow with vitality
and I become God’s most reverent extoller.
October conducts a symphony of feeling
that uplifts and inspires my heart.
I implore my soul to impart
my full obedience in prayerful kneeling.
October caresses the spirit and essence
of my being, and I am humbled.
From earthly existence tumbled
a moment, I humbly bow in acquiescence.
October promises the coming of the harvest
that this year’s scattered sowing brings.
The worker’s voice in the field sings
impassioned praises to Him for this bounty blessed.
My heart is filled with the miracle of it all,
and the divine revelation
that I am of His creation.
I pray I transform and worthy of His Last Call.
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