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A Few Christian Poems About Spring

Updated on June 19, 2010

A PRAYER IN SPRING

 

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 mid air stands still.

 

For this is love and nothing else is love,

To which it is reversed for God above 

To sanctify to what far ends he will,

But which it only needs that we fulfill.

               Robert Frost

THE SIGNATURE OF SPRING

 

As I stand by my window and breath the fresh air,

  I notice Spring's signature penned everywhere:

The snow's disappearing beneath greening grass,

  While buds and green sprouts are emerging at last.

New plumage embellishes birds on the wing,

  And a fresh note of joy sparks each song that they sing.

An early Spring shower pours droplets of white,

  As a wintering cloud slowly makes it's last flight.

In wakening woods I can hear peepers sing;

  Redundant their song, yet as new as each Spring.

As I stand by my window and breath God's fresh air,

  I rejoice in Spring's signature penned everywhere.

Loise Pinkerton Fritz

BURIED TREASURE

 

Beneath the snows of Winter,

Spring treasures can be found

In seeds that lie there sleeping

Below the frozen ground.

 

While snow falls in the meadow,

The rose must get her rest.

Soon Spring will kiss his princess

And she must look her best.

 

Sleeping beauty shall awaken

And yawn without a sound

As sprigs of buried treasure

Come bursting from the ground.

 

All earth proclaims God's glory

When Spring is in the air.

Each bud fulfills a promise -

Each rose an unanswered prayer.

 

Spring is a resurrection -

Winter's stone is rolled away

To reveal God's buried treasure

Each sun-kissed springtime day.

Clay Harrison

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      Margaret Peterson 6 years ago

      I have enjoyed every poem I have ever read by Clay Harrison!

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      BIGCSSHOP 6 years ago

      Thanks for visiting Margaret Peterson and thanks for your comment.

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