The barrenness of winter
Gives way to the bursting blooms of spring.
Twisted, gnarled branches
Stretch out their arms
For the new season of verdant shade,
Protecting birds, squirrels, and me.
Bulbs and roots awake from their sleep,
Revealing stems, leaves, and petals deeply hidden.
The sun’s distant heat comes closer,
Drawing me out from my winter hibernation.
Sunshine restores my soul.
It is no coincidence that we celebrate
The bleakness of our Lord’s death
And the triumph of his resurrection in springtime.
Because at just the right time…
Christ died for the ungodly.
God restores creation each spring
To remind me
That He has restored me
And to invite you
To be restored as well.
Happy Restoration Day.
“All the earth will worship You, And will sing praises to You; They will sing praises to Your name.” Selah. Psalm 66:4