God of warming spring, turn your face toward our open
windows. We welcome your light and the brisk air of season’s turning. Melt the
chill of winter’s drifts and the things that lie buried within. Shake us from
slumber and wake us to life. Fill us with the joy of chickadees, the hope of
sap rising, the flooding love of water rushing down and down. Whisper the
vernal secrets of your kingdom come, and give us ears to hear.
~lg
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