Spring is the season of tremendous beauty, it is a time when flowers bloom and trees begin to grow. It is a time of new hope, new dreams, rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection, and regrowth. We welcome spring and rejoice in the longer days filled with visions of growth all around us after the cold depressing winter. Open your windows to allow the breeze to come through the curtains and let the sunlight fill your home waking it from its winters long slumber. This instantly lifts our mood and energizing us. Sometimes simply noticing the change of seasons is enough to bring a change within ourselves. We must learn to enjoy the simple things in life. Just observing the beauty of God’s creations and enjoying them gives us a sense of renewal.
“A prayer in Spring” poem is beautiful poem by Robert Frost and one of my favorite. Robert Frost is known as one of the best poets of the 20th century, his poems have been a source of inspiration to the young and old. In this poem below, he reminds us it is important to not overthink the future and live in the moment while enjoying the gifts God has given us.
Learn to be present and be grateful for all the beauty around us. Stop worrying so much about the future but instead love and embrace today. Use the visionary beauty of spring as inspiration to bring your goals and creative energy to fruition. Use this time to renew your commitment to your goals and replenish your motivation.
Spring is a perfect time to stop, reassess your life, and make changes. What better time than spring to re-group and re-prioritize, and even re-invent ourselves! My wish for you is to embrace the change of the season and take the time to enjoy the beauty of it. Welcome Spring!
A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost
OH, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in midair stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
Mary Beth Iannarella
Girl Talk Marlton/The Wishwall Foundation