And there is a promise in the season
I know no name for
except life.
O God, you have sketched the lines of spring.
Be with me in my longing.
It is spring, God,
and something stirs in me,
reaching, stretching,
groping for words,
peeking through my defenses,
beckoning in my laughter,
riding on past my fears,
pulsing in my music.
And there is the mystery
and the smile of it.
Be with me in my reaching
so I will touch or be touched,
this time,
by a grace, a warmth, a light,
to unfold my life to a new beginning,
a fresh budding,
a spring within as well as around me.
O God, you have sketched the lines of spring.
Be with me in my reaching.
--Ted Loder, GUERRILLAS OF GRACE
Blessings to you in this springtime of the soul!
Your partner in our shared ministry,
Rev. Rick Yramategui