Spring Is Coming

Snow still lingering on the mountains behind me

Green emerging from the ground before me

The residue of rain still visible

Water droplets clinging to the branches

Droplets that will soon be replaced by buds

What was dormant now awakening

Like a child stretching in bed after a long night’s rest

The green buds stretching and struggling out of their brown cocoons

What was dead now alive again

In this moment I awake

A moment so common yet filled now with purpose and joy

A smile forming on my face on this cool overcast morn

The neighbors no doubt curious to my countenance

This winter seemed so long

Though it is no longer than the winter before it

No winter is worse than the present one

Except for the One

The One that our grandparents tell us of

The One that we gather round the living room to hear

A tale of bitter cold, suffering and sacrifice

Unmatched and Unrivaled

Yet they are here

They survived

Seemingly all the better for it

I desire for the droplets to cease

Yet in their lingering make the spring all the more green

For without the rain there is no growth

Without the cold there is no warmth

And there is no life without death

10 “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,

11 so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.

12 “For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

13 Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress; instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle; and it shall make a name for the LORD, an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.” — Isaiah 55:10 — 13