It is the children who will dare to ride the rainbow to save the world.

The seeds of transformation are within, As soft as a whisper, Light and effortless, Lifting your spirit to a higher plane. Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. (Psalm 51:10

Renewal is in all things, Everywhere, In each moment. At any time, at any age, In any place, We can arrive at our new beginning.

Lay palm branches at the feet of the humblest of us, perhaps riding a donkey, and you might find Him there.

Wipe off lingering anger and fears; Dust off bad feelings and hurts; Vacuum up worldly cares, Making space to insert— Radiant light, laughter, peace and joy And armfuls of compassionate Love, Add sounds of happy girls and boys, All blessed by the Lord above.

My mind is a garden. My thoughts are the seeds. My harvest will be . . . Flowers or weeds. —M. Weldon .

Who can deny the noble spring lilac So royally tall and true? And who can resist a snappy wink back, When a pansy smiles at you?

Spring is a never rushed. Tentative and wary of the world, she asks Winter— is it ok to allow my pink buds to full bloom? Unsure, Winter asks the Sun who looks across the heavens, and in the fullness of God’s divine cycles of life and rebirth, she beams brightly: “YES” For behold, the winter…

God’s grace is like a walk in the spring rain, Washing over you, soft and misty, Watering your soul-space. Love’s nourishment. He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass, as showers that water the earth. Psalm 72:6

We are God’s spring bulbs, Planted here on earth In quiet hidden places, With a powerful life force Sprouting . . . A myriad of colors and shapes All reaching up to the light.