Reflection for May 28, 2014

Listening to Spring

How quietly the earth breathes forth new life.
How eagerly the sun bleeds forth the spring,

I am listening.

I am listening to the seeds breaking open,
to roots growing strong beneath the ground,
to green shoots rising up from winter wombs.

I am listening.

I am listening to thorns blossoming,
to barren branches laughing out new growth,
to wildflowers dancing through the meadows.

I am listening.

I am listening to the forest filling up with song.
I am listening to the earth filling up with life.
I am listening to trees filling up with leaves

I am listening.

I am listening to the breaking forth of light in the vestibule of dawn
I am listening to the freshness of the morning.
I am listening to prayers pouring forth from feathered throats.
I am listening to prayers of a meadow crowned with dawn.

I am listening.

I am listening to the orchards pregnant with new life.
I am listening to the flowers bursting forth in rainbow colors.
I am listening to the music rising up from the earth.

I am listening.

I am listening to the growing garden of my heart.
I am listening to my heart singing songs of resurrection.
I am listening to the colors of life.

I am listening.

I am listening to winter handing over to spring, to spring handing over to summer. 

I am listening.

Macrina Wiederkehr