As I wrap up this month of poetry. I have been thinking of the different seasons in life and how they always change. Spiritually I have found myself in different seasons. Sometimes it feels like Summer or Winter, hard, full of extremes, anxieties and even the lord feels distant. Other times it seems like spring or fall, sweet, easy, and full of all the joys. Psalms 1 has been an encouragement to me in the different seasons. As we delight in the Lord as we remain planted in Him by continuing to be in his word, we bear fruit no matter the season. The lord as our continual source, providing for us what we need. Nourishing us so that we do not wither but bear fruit in ALL seasons. May this be an encouragement to you no matter what season you are in.
Song Bird
My little song bird flatters it’s wings
And sings with a happy trill
The Earthworm listens and works the ground
The mighty rain falls
The seedlings awaken
They spring forth like a fair maiden
With yellow, purple, and pink blossoms
The song welcomes the colorful ground
It cuts through the hypnosis of slumbering mothers
Come out and play it begs
Come nestle and bask in the suns rays
Come enjoy the fat warm
The dew drops await thee
Twitter twit the song continues
As my little bird swoons with Joy to welcome Spring.
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