Spirit of Life, source of all love:
How wonderful it is that true spring
finally, finally arrives.
Rain is followed by glorious sun
followed by rain again.
New blades of grass poke through
cold soil and old leaves,
reaching for the light.
May we too reach for the light.
May we stretch our hearts and minds and souls
as high and wide as we can reach
and then stretch a little more—
becoming—
ever becoming—
who we always knew we could be:
ourselves,
growing in the light.
Blessed be.