My spring break with Fiat Lux is done, and it is time to get back in the writing groove. I have much appreciated my time away from this space: time to think, and pray, and time to travel a bit. More of each will surely come, but with May bright upon us, it is time to write once again.
To ease back into this, I pass along a classic poem by Robert Frost, sent the other day by our friend, Karen from Tennessee. The photo was taken by Lori of Mountain Laurel, blooming behind our house on the hillside. Enjoy your week!
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A Prayer in Spring
By Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.