Sacramental Springs
Mother Nature with Winter’s snow⠀
covers our springs with a baptismal robe.⠀
Life trickles beneath the surface⠀
though frozen-covers belie⠀
the beauty of waters beneath⠀
as they quietly sigh.⠀
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March moves in,⠀
small openings tell…⠀
life giving -waters⠀
have always been well,⠀
flowing.⠀
Never ending.⠀
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Like, baptismal grace-⠀
ever flowing,⠀
onward going⠀
with hope at its Source.⠀
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Spring soon arrives, giving birth⠀
moving seeds in crusty earth.⠀
Our springs so clear and pristine⠀
gurgling, joyfully⠀
with promise to be always.⠀
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Then birds will sing⠀
unrestrained⠀
high pitched notes⠀
untrained.⠀
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All is life, growing, blessing.⠀
God is living⠀
as ever⠀
in our never ending springs.⠀
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Sacramental.⠀
Poem of Life
Life is but a silver thread ⠀
reaching from Heaven to Earth.⠀
That thread so fragile, we see as gift ⠀
from God to us at birth.⠀
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We live our lives from day to day ⠀
forgetting its tender thread.⠀
We journey year by year⠀
As on stepping stones we tread.⠀
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Neigh to the end, though tough we be ⠀
daily we release,⠀
that to which we cling through war and times of peace.⠀
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Life is but a silver thread ⠀
reaching to the sky.⠀
It's by that thread God pulls us up ⠀
the moment that we die.⠀