
In Just-spring
In Just-spring, when the world is mud-luscious…puddle-wonderful…” These words from a poem by e.e.cummings conjure up the promise of glee, forbidden pleasures and child-like abandon. They invite consideration of other “in Just-spring” occurrences!
In Just – spring,
the sky line is brushed a soft green;
buds well toward leafing,
fern fingerlings unfold along the shoulders of streams.
In Just – spring,
yellow crocuses poke their heads through mounds of dead leaves;
orange crocuses ambush with a smiling “surprise”!
In Just – spring,
birds sing Lauds,
proclaim Benedictus,
visit nature’s “home depot” and begin nest building.
In Just – spring,
Jesus rises from the dead resurrecting hope,
invades locked rooms,
beckons the fearful forward.
In Just – spring,
fallible followers become disciples,
speak in tongues,
create communities of “one heart and one mind.”
In Just – spring,
prison doors mysteriously open,
the suffering rejoice in their trials,
murderers are pardoned.
In Just – spring,
missionary journeys begin,
everywhere is home,
no one is excluded.
In Just – spring,
our “Easter” calling is renewed,
joyful witnessing is eager,
discovery and revelation of the Risen Christ is abundant.
In Just – spring…
Spring into us, Just One, that you be resurrected over and over
in us and in our world.