This glowing dawn,

all nature stands on tiptoe

waiting

drenched in wonder.

grasses nod

Soft air breathes

leaves sigh.

petals stir

waters ripple

mists rise

Birds loose shining shafts of song.

High in the blue

bright wings drift

hover and dart.

By fragrant brier

furred bodies freeze

nostrils twitch

whiskers quiver and stiffen

sharp eyes glance

sure paws flash.

Shimmering insects flit and fall.

On dewy thorn

the patient spider weaves

her jeweled web.

In weedy depths

of still green waters

shadowy forms gleam

silently gliding.

Breezes freshen

the morning quickens.

Washed in new gold

all nature waits on tiptoe

watching

wordlessly questing:

Is this the day?

will it be soon,

the hour of earth’s redemption,

Life’s return?

Margaret Clarkson in “All Nature Sings”

Scripture:

Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory. I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God. We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently” (Rom. 8:17-25, NIV).

See you outdoors!

Dean