Outside my office window, a HUGE red poppy opened up today. It's spectacular.
Doing a little sermon prep, I ran across this poem, which I hope will touch your heart with a little springtime/resurrection joy:
Who makes thy cares more short than night.
The joys which with His day-star rise
He deals to all but drowsy eyes;
And, what the men of this world miss
Some drops and dews of future bliss.
Hark! How His winds have chang’d their note!
And with warm whispers call thee out;
The frosts are past, the storms are gone,
And backward life at last comes on.
The lofty groves in express joys
Reply unto the turtle’s voice;
And here in dust and dirt, O here
The lilies of His love appear!
by Welsh poet and physician Henry Vaughan (1621–1695)
(That poem was first posted on journeywithjesus.net - which I look at almost everyweek to see what someone else is thinking about the lectionary passages. This essay was posted in 2006.)