It is April and we are in the weather limbo of a winter reluctant to leave and a glacially slow spring. I thought about writing a poem to express this, fortunately I remembered I already wrote a poem two years ago about this time--about this time. Having saved myself the drudgery of recycling my thoughts, this seems like a good time to remind myself of the unseen spring all around me. In my mind there is a melody that goes with this but you'll have to come up with your own.
The Time Between
There is a time, a time between
the winter's chill and the spring's new green.
when the snow has melted and it's gone at last
but the earth's too cold to revive the grass.
When the sky above on a cloudy day
like the damp, dead earth is a shade of gray,
and the gray death seem a forever thing
as we wait for God to awake the spring.
Life too has seasons, dark and light
when so much is wrong that we can't make right,
when the days of blessing seem forever gone
and our silent struggles keep grinding on.
Then we must recall, though so much seem gray
that a fresh beginning is not far away.
Though we have no power to restore the spring,
God's reviving grace is an eternal thing.
While we watch with longing as the gray days pass,
almost unnoticed appear blades of grass.
Just beyond our vision is a world unseen.
Live well the time, the time between.
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