"What a wondrous time is spring, when all the trees are budding. The birds begin to sing, the flowers start their blooming. That's how it is with God's love, once you've experienced it. You want to sing, it's fresh like spring, You want to pass it on."
Not exactly stellar poetry, but that song always comes back to me in the spring months.
Heh. It's interesting to me that for years now, every year, I'm all into Lent and Holy Week, but not ready for Easter and almost resentful of it. Now they were some very bad years, and this year feels a little less like that. So I am trying to get into the spirit you articulate. Hail spring! The Thaw approacheth.
When I look out and see the garden almost bare of snow, and I know that soon there will be tulips, I am really feeling like the world is turning into spring and I am rejoicing inside.
Probably helps that for whatever reason, the veil of the depression seems to be lifting right about now.
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"What a wondrous time is spring, when all the trees are budding.
The birds begin to sing, the flowers start their blooming.
That's how it is with God's love, once you've experienced it.
You want to sing, it's fresh like spring,
You want to pass it on."
Not exactly stellar poetry, but that song always comes back to me in the spring months.
Cheers,
Bruce
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Probably helps that for whatever reason, the veil of the depression seems to be lifting right about now.
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