Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes - The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. --Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Earth is crammed with Heaven in all seasons, but as Spring approaches, I am aware of it with all of my senses. The life that has been slumbering through the cold of winter is waking up.
I hear it, feel it, see it each and every day.
My father rejoiced each year when he saw the first crocus spring up. Last February he was too ill to watch for the crocus himself, and so when it appeared, I took a photo for him.
Last fall I planted crocus bulbs in his memory.
The first bloom appeared this week.
With open heart and eyes I look for Heaven on earth.
I hear it, feel it, see it each and every day.
My father rejoiced each year when he saw the first crocus spring up. Last February he was too ill to watch for the crocus himself, and so when it appeared, I took a photo for him.
The first bloom appeared this week.
With open heart and eyes I look for Heaven on earth.
