Spring ©
by Robert Stephen Trent

April 3, 1998

Who told these tulips to rise?
Who urged that star to arrive a little early
to shove its arm through my window
in the face of yesterday's old clothes
scattering dust in its searing gaze?

Lord, you hurt my eyes when you open them too fast
as my heart hurts when I open it too early

Help me begin this day on the floor where I belong
in the brilliant new rays of your love

Your love is so strong
you reach me 93,000,000 miles away
even a universe away
even one breath away

Please plant me, not in a special position
but in a useful corner of your garden
not to rise above others' colors
but to humbly display your delicate beauty
to those special few who
take the time to search your garden
those who sincerely seek to learn
even the seemingly insignificant names
of all your wonders
those who come not to pick and take
but to kneel and be blessed

You nourish my petals with the prayers I lift
So let me rise with them into this new day
Oh Lord, may I touch your face
an endless blue sky today
even as I accept the rain
you will wash me with tommorrow

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