A place of writing and reflection…
Beneath the snows of Winter,
Spring treasures can be found
In seeds that lie there sleeping
Below the frozen ground.
While snow falls in the meadow,
The rose must get her rest.
Soon Spring will kiss his princess
And she must look her best.
Sleeping beauty shall awaken
And yawn without a sound
As sprigs of buried treasure
Come bursting from the ground.
All earth proclaims God’s glory
When Spring is in the air.
Each bud fulfills a promise –
Each rose an unanswered prayer.
Spring is a resurrection –
Winter’s stone is rolled away
To reveal God’s buried treasure
Each sun-kissed springtime day.
The Faithbook 2014