The Ecstasies of Spring

 

 I am old, and yet I know

the ecstasies of Spring -

The joy of budding roses

and bluebirds on the wing.

 

My heart is almost glowing

to see the rivers run,

And there's comfort just in knowing

there will be morning sun.

 

The cold, white shawl of Winter

once more is packed away

As the creatures of the forest

come again to play.

 

Each garden is a showplace -

a masterwork of art.

For the ecstasies of Spring

have blossomed in my heart.

 

~ Clay Harrison

 

Great and wonderful are your

works, Lord God almighty...

Rev. 15:3