Sunday, March 16, 2003

An ode to passings

The days of our lives
may seem as long as gray winter days,
but that doesn't mean they are forever.

Nor does it mean that winter is forever either.

It's been a way too long a week,
heavy with the weight
of burdened agendas.

This Sunday I lead worship
as much for myself
as for the gathered.

Call out loud---
Daffodil days are here again!
Can spring be far behind?

Daffodils seem a fitting symbol
of the coming of spring
...and of healing.

May we water them with our tears
of the winter past.
And in return
may they buoy us up
with a reminder of the coming warmth
from rays of yellow sunshine.

So together
let's trade
gray for color
and
tears for blooms.

jim