TRANSFORMATION

I guess I have spring fever...or is it my allergy?

Each fresh spring God's lavish creation comes alive everywhere with multi-shades of green, pink, yellow, lavender and scents to match.

TRANSFORMATION

God is a Painter called spring

He takes the drab canvas

of leaden winter skies

dusky and dark

cinnamon hills, naked trees

ice-bound silent brooks

skeleton fences

and with a dip of His brush

into rich colors

He transforms all Nature

into a masterpiece of brilliance.

The ageless springtime scenario

is superimposed on skies of primary blue

set off by wisp-white cotton clouds

afloat like misshapen balloons

above hills daubed with multi-green.

Trees are splashed with blossoms

whose exhilarating fragrance intoxicates

and revives winter-sedated nostrils.

Brooks melt and once again

laugh with childish abandon.

Fences stretch eager arms

for scarlet tanager to perch and sing.

Posts and stumps are enhanced

with vines while morning glories

twine and cling.

God's cyclic miracle is displayed

alike in Nature's scene

and in my human heart.

O Divine Painter, my Christ,

I lay my life bare before You.

My worn winter canvas

is not fresh and clean, alas,

but botched and bungled

defaced by novice hands

of self and sin.

You take Redemption's brush

and recast my routine days

of grays and tedium

into a fresh adventure

with the Divine.

To You I turn my face

as Nature does so trustingly

in anticipation of Your skill

and I thrill to the artistic finesse

of Your delicate brush

transforming me, O Master Artist,

with Your vivid, lustrous colors

into spring again!

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“Therefore, if any man is in Christ, he is a new creature;

the old things passed away; behold, new things have come.”

2 Corinthians 5:17