Thursday, March 30, 2017

And Spring's Song Is

Spring’s song. 


It’s new every morning. 


Every morning the air stirs fuller than yesterday as wind plays her woodwinds and the sound deepens as leaves grow. Baby squirrels strum branches beneath tiny feet and the scrape of their scamper is as beads sliding down the  tube of a rain instrument. And when it does rain, oh, the drip! The barefoot patter on wet ground, the lightest skip across pond’s surface, the tangled race down jasmine vines draped!
Morning’s dawn like this sometimes, and spring’s song opens in an overture of white fragrance.

Spring’s song.
A hawk circles low over the pecan grove just there on the far side of the fence. High screech pitches from the beggar’s beak while Mourning Dove coos low. 
Lonely, lively, longing. Reaching, rising, rambling.
Spring’s song.
A robin pops in from under the fence and I think to myself, Spring’s song is hospitable. I may sing it like that today.
A swallow dances in the air. Spring’s song is light as a feather and strong as wings. I may carry someone’s burden today, and dance for the joy of it.
A spider hangs out in the web she spun half-way between the tree and the corner of the house, somehow. Spring’s song has a logic which borders on the miraculous.
A woodpecker hammers hard-headed, a blue jay tries to clear its throat, a cow across the way sounds like she’s about to become a mama and I laugh to myself.
Spring’s song is unapologetically real. It’s honest.
It’s sweet to speak to one another in psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs. This is the song I hear this spring morning.
Spring’s song! I shall speak words which taste sweeter than honey!
I shall!
These words, they are spoken from the mouth of Life and I will speak them, too!
It’s sweet for the soul to speak so. Sweet to taste each honeyed word. Sweet, too, for the souls who will hear the speech.
It’s sweet for the soul to be quiet. Still. To listen. Hear. Wait. Taste. See.
The robin? Her mate has joined her with his beak full of plans the likes of twined twigs and old hay.
 Spring’s song is a beautiful mouthful of plans, winged hopes, hard work and labor which just happens.
It’s grace for today.
It’s Spirit full.
Spring’s song is-
“be filled with the Spirit;”
and Spring’s song is-
“speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs,”
and Spring’s song is-
“singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;”
and Spring’s song is-
“giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ;
and Spring’s song is-
“submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God” (Ephesians 5:18-21).
Spring’s song is eternal.

written by:Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig

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