Happy Spring! Sorry for the few days’ hiatus. During this week I have submitted contest entries, bought a new car, enjoyed time with my sister and brother-in-love, received COVID shot number one, spent time with our family during teachers’ week off, entertained eleven forSt. Patrick’s Day, and outlined a new book idea. Here is a Spring poem I submitted to Scribblers Anthology for publication if they choose to use it. It uses mythology and traditional symbols for spring:
SPRING’S SERENADE
Harmony of the Spheres, ceaseless musical hum
Rhythmed cadence aligned, spring’s season’s begun.
Aries’ ram’s horn blasts trumpet tones as solstice he greets
Easter’s choruses proclaim: Resurrection’s complete.
Rain douses the earth, showers rouse sleeping flowers
Woodland’s nymphs, satyrs, gnomes cavort close to their bowers.
Lurking trolls under bridges warn, “Away from the water!”
Predicting mud-loving splashes by your lured sons and daughters.
Goat-footed Pan struts his lame-awkward dance
With mischievous flute tunes to spur on romance.
“Doves’ cooing is heard,” Solomon’s says “in the land,
Arise, My Love, Darling, come now, take my hand.”
Erin’s leprechauns dance Irish jigs in the glen
Highland’s heather moors blossom pure purple again.
Fairies weave garlands of wildflowers’ blooms
May Day dancers weave ribbons, chasing wintertime’s gloom.
Lilies of the valley, Mary’s tears, ring tiny, white bells
Iris and hyacinth mythology folklore can tell,
Fragrant daffodils, tulips, and coral bells sway
Zephyrs wake wind chimes, haphazard music they play.
Mockingbirds, robins, all songbirds attest
It’s time to trill ditties while building their nests.
Trees leaf, bushes bud, as their Maker ordains
Persephone leads seeds to sprout, the legend proclaims.
So, stories, myths, legends surround spring’s progress
Her melodious, songs out-measure the rest,
Fantasies, stories, myths, legends galore
Define Nature’s best season we rightly adore.
And now, today’s Psalm 330
SPRING’S SERENADE
Harmony of the Spheres, ceaseless musical hum
Rhythmed cadence aligned, spring’s season’s begun.
Aries’ ram’s horn blasts trumpet tones as solstice he greets
Easter’s choruses proclaim: Resurrection’s complete.
Rain douses the earth, showers rouse sleeping flowers
Woodland’s nymphs, satyrs, gnomes cavort close to their bowers.
Lurking trolls under bridges warn, “Away from the water!”
Predicting mud-loving splashes by your lured sons and daughters.
Goat-footed Pan struts his lame-awkward dance
With mischievous flute tunes to spur on romance.
“Doves’ cooing is heard,” Solomon’s says “in the land,
Arise, My Love, Darling, come now, take my hand.”
Erin’s leprechauns dance Irish jigs in the glen
Highland’s heather moors blossom pure purple again.
Fairies weave garlands of wildflowers’ blooms
May Day dancers weave ribbons, chasing wintertime’s gloom.
Lilies of the valley, Mary’s tears, ring tiny, white bells
Iris and hyacinth mythology folklore can tell,
Fragrant daffodils, tulips, and coral bells sway
Zephyrs wake wind chimes, haphazard music they play.
Mockingbirds, robins, all songbirds attest
It’s time to trill ditties while building their nests.
Trees leaf, bushes bud, as their Maker ordains
Persephone leads seeds to sprout, the legend proclaims.
So, stories, myths, legends surround spring’s progress
Her melodious, songs out-measure the rest,
Fantasies, stories, myths, legends galore
Define Nature’s best season we rightly adore.
MY PSALM 330 REJOICING
Almighty Father, Lord of the Universe,
I praise Your marvelous Name this day
For the triumphs of Your creation,
For the benefits of my salvation
Because You made us in Your image,
Yet lower than the angels.
I praise You for giving us Your Word
Where You outline the plan of salvation
From before the beginnings of the world
That all would glorify Your Name eternally.
I thank You that even when we sin continuously,
You take us in Your arms with forgiveness
Through the righteousness of Your Son’s work
On the cross at Calvary.
I rejoice in the hope You provide us
To share in Your Perfect Paradise
Where we will worship You in spirit and in truth
And the purity of forgiveness, mercy, love, and grace.
Help us to praise You with timbrel and harp,
With song and dance, with glorious Hallelujahs
To Your Name.
For You are our God, and greatly to be praised.
With saints from all ages, with angels and elders
We will gather at Your throne in magnificent choruses
Singing “Holy, Holy, Holy, Hallelujah to Your Name.” Amen.
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