Long days filled with sun-kissed moments
Short nights beckon with chilly sleep
Mornings wake with songbirds’ chorus
Evening tucks in to wood frogs peep.
Spring is nearly turning over
Summer waits within the wings
The dance of seasons ever onward
Summer’s overture soon shall ring.
God Is here between the seasons –
the not-quite-summer, but nearly there.
He is Lord o’re all transitions,
O’re all seasons, harsh and fair.
Sing to Him, you birds of sunrise,
Sing to Him, you frogs of night,
Sing to Him, all you creation,
Sing to Him with all your might!
May this year bring an extraordinary Ordinary Time!
G&P
SF
Written: 6/10/25
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