There are days
that whisper
a dirge
emerging from deep
depths of the soul
where a death
still haunts
and the body
still knows
the hurt
and the hell
how could it
forget
what forever
changed
your
heart?
remembering
pulls me
back to that place
with all expectation
yet now
I am here
with scars
of the story
and demons that
drag me
to the days
of the darkness
still beating
their
deafening
drum
the decibels
drive me
out of the door
where a bird
nonchalantly looks
over at me
then quickly
goes back
to building her nest
when a fellow close by
begins singing a song
of beauty and romance
just lilting away
and his calling
is calming
I can breathe
once
again
so I sit
in the grass
watching a bee
dance in a dandelion
happy and free
the breeze
blows a welcome
and lilac wafts
gently
my senses
awaken
defenses
start breaking
as life
stirs
within
I pick
a few violets
walk to the trees
little leaves bursting
and brimming
with green
look how
these branches
mere weeks ago
dead
they wear
a new season
they’re ready to live
as home to more
birdsong
the melody sweetens
this world is alive
and I
have
survived
the day
isn’t different
the past
hasn’t changed
the sorrow’s still there
but the music of spring
I can hear
like I feel
sunshine kissing my skin
warming my insides
to feel hope again
and my spirit
starts whistling
a tune that is new
for a soul
that is
learning
to let
life
renew










2 responses to “The Music of Spring”
Thank you, dear Bethany. Your being made new and the ways you express that in writing and photography are a sweet balm to my soul.
Thank you my friend! So grateful for your kindred spirit and this sweet encouragement. Praise the Lord for his ever constant work of redemption!