An Easter Sunday morning walk beside the precious mountain stream
amongst the carpets of sweet celandine and purple violets at their edge.
Peeping shyly, hiding, coy and timid in their beauty.
While clumps of primroses, so full and brightly yellow are
not the least bit bashful of their hue as they
compete with golden daffodils along the river’s bank.
While all around is greening and every plant and shrub is budding, simply bursting into life.
And all the while the river sings her song
and birds join in the chorus as she flows.
But I detect a brightness in their tune,
a tinkling sound of joyfulness is in their melody,
as if they too can tell it’s Spring and
they can also see and feel God’s beauty in our midst.