Wake Me Up

Wake me up, come springtime, the scent of life anew,
Streams and rivers flowing, as nature sounds her cue.
What had been cold and barren, signs and stirrings, few,
Depart for warmer seasons, bid us all adieu.
~ D.F.

Lovers

Her laughter lightly ringing, innocence and youth,
Fresh as spring day rising, delightful drops of dew.
In the garden dreaming, as the cleansing rains renew,
His voice, the wind now carrying, her cares seem ever few.
~ D.F.

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“My lover belongs to me and I to him…”
~ Song of Songs, 2:6

Thaw

The Earth awakes, heeding His call.
Behold the warmth, the bitter, thaw.
Life renewing, forgotten, the Fall.
Love eternal, made young, once more.
~ D.F.

Ease

Snow into spring, the cycle begun.
Patient reward, yes, winter is done.
Brisk the air, but warmer the sun.
Earlier light, come, ease in the fun!
~ D.F.

Winter’s Heel

Promise wrought by God most tender, pierced by roman steel.
His Blood the earth did water, wounds of love, we’re healed.
Cold and death, see fleeing, icy breath, some warmth did steal,
Days of spring are calling, closing in at winter’s heel.
~ D.F.

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“But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs, but one soldier thrust his lance into his side, and immediately blood and water flowed out.”
~ John 19:33-34

Spring Revival

Unmarked graves in the garden, they lie,
Broken, buried, obscured from our eyes.
Forgotten glories, fading fast with time,
Then whispers of spring, life’s fortune revive.
~ D.F.

Broken Hill

Weary was that ancient spring, its air, feel the chill,
The Beloved now lies broken, in Mary’s arms, so still.
So freedom might be just reward, curse of death repeal,
Streams of mercy flowing, His blood down Calvary’s hill.
~ D.F.

Brother Sun

Embittered cold, catch the soft rays,
The coming of spring, of longer days.
Thanks be to Brother Sun, his slumber delay,
Walks with our beloved, the close of day.
~ D.F.

Wind and Sun

Over ice and snow, wind relentless blowing,
Chilling is the music, hollow bones making.
Oh that in the sun, we should now be basking.
Call forth spring and summer, shun not this humble asking.
~ D.F.

Back to Moonee Creek

God willing, this walk in springtime will be ours again.

 

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Moonee Creek, Victoria, Australia