We will take a little “spring” break from Joseph while he organizes things at the palace. I hope you re-enjoy my spring poem.

My Season

I spouted my leaves one summer day,

Small ones, they were, in the month of May.

I watched the Oak tree, big and strong

growing thousands of leaves all summer long.

Knock-out roses bore red blooms.

“Where is my color?” I sat and fumed.

Poppies, pansies, and petunias, too,

All stood out with colorful hue.

The season wore on with this color-filled scene,

But all I had to show was my same old green.

Fall came along, the oak leaves turned red.

My leaves just shriveled and fall off, quite dead.

Wintertime came with the cold and the snow.

The ice was so heavy, we bent our heads low.

Finally, temperatures warmed my cold heart.

I lifted my head, “I’ll make a new start!”

The oak tree stands strong, though a bare-looking fellow.

“But look at me; I’m blooming all yellow.”

“Of course,” said the Oak, “don’t be so pithia.

It’s your season now, for you’re a Forsythia!”

Well, there you have it, my little spring poem. It’s such a wonderful time of year when each tree, bush, and flower has its time to shine.

It’s a bit like our lives. We go along day after day doing our regular green thing or having dull, gray doldrums. Perhaps our lives have been as stark and eerie as those bare winter-time branches.

But we have hope, because God teaches us every year that Spring will come again. Sure enough, the nutrients are stored away in us and hope comes alive with the sunshine to show us His goodness and grace in our lives.

We each have our season to shine. Perhaps you have had a major accomplishment or breakthrough in a challenge. Maybe you see an answer to a perplexing problem.

The question I have for you is this; when you see a beautiful Forsythia blooming, do you see glory in the bush or glory in the God who made it? Even the bush itself waves its flowery arms up to the Father.

Jesus taught us,

“Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and [here it comes. . .} praise your Father in heaven,” Matthew 5:16

There’s our lesson for the day—hope comes alive in us, others see the joy in our hearts, and the Father is praised because of it.

May we have renewed hope as we move into this beautiful Spring. Then soon we will be able to say, “Stop and smell the roses!”

Can you share something that has come alive in you? Your fellow readers would appreciate it (and I would, too.)

~ Joyce ~