Estranged from love, shrouded by veil,
There she was hidden, weakened, frail.
Wages of sin, yet now its chains fail,
Softest kiss draws pink from the pale.
“And behold, the veil of the sanctuary was torn in two from top to bottom.”
~ Matthew 27:51
Rising ever gently, above life’s frantic pace,
Sound of Nature stirring, her music softly plays,
Notes, each sweetly ringing, fresh tidings of new grace,
With morn, the darkness fleeing, her flowers kiss His face.
The days of Winter winding down,
Stored away, all snow and storm.
Sweet Spring, make haste, remind us all,
Love’s first kiss, gentle and warm.