Promise of Refreshment

The challenge in creativity: to write an English sonnet about spring. I don't choose to write poetry regularly, but this caught my eye. Maybe God just wanted me to sit and think and write. As you will see, He has been working on me. Spring couldn't come fast enough.

I had to laugh inwardly. My kids came up with great ideas about purple pansies and blue skies, both of which I adore. Yet, my spring meant something different this year. Read on and you will see.

 

Promise of Refreshment

 

Refreshment. That is what I need today.

Short, winter days and bitter, cold, dark nights

Breed feelings deep within that make faith fray.

God orders time. See Him in the depths and heights.

 

Newness creeps its way in as the day grows.

Birds return to sing their sweet, new refrain.

Tulips, daffodils rise from dark burrows.

Grasses grow where once brown, dry dirt had lain.

 

Winter weighed heavy, cold. Felt tears of loss.

When would God's sun shine to comfort my heart?

Spring came. Intense hues wash days with brighter gloss.

Life renews, shows promise of a fresh start.

 

Emptiness and dark of winter feel cold.

God hands us spring, keeps promises to hold.

 

With fear and trembling, I welcome your comments. I pray that your spring will be a refreshment to you.