Beginnings and Endings

April 05, 1995|By Peggy E. Lazaron

Spring is a time of beginnings and endings,

Winter has fled, once so fierce, unrelenting.

Heliotrope lilacs are waving their welcome,

Bright golden dandelions seek our attention.

Spring stabs the heart for the purest of reasons,

Anarchy rules this most mystic of seasons,

Tender and nurturing, mercilessly cruel,

Covering the Earth with its blossoming jewels.

Born in the Springtime, lies one of life's lessons,

Fragile soft beauty deserves our expressions,

Seeking a spiritual being within us,

Fragments of solace for such grave injustice.

Out in the country, the lambs, they are crying.

Down in the city, the children are dying,

Cover the pastures with primeval splendor,

Honor the season, it is what we were born for.

Spring is a time of beginnings and endings,

Winter has fled, once so fierce, unrelenting,

Love steals upon us, unspoken, uncertain,

And God, like the Springtimes, is closing the curtain.

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