For Spring, 2019
When I swim in loops and swirls, the majesty of form;
Underwater colors are pronounced but indistinct.
When I see Spring in buds of flowers, delicate born;
Looking through bright green, undulating leaves, I think:
My God, He set things dancing.
He is the comfort after sorrow,
Aftermath of Winter in Spring.
The promise of all tomorrows,
Peach-tinted Heaven glimmering.
I’m glad He’s with me!