Quandary of the Spring-steward

Shall we declare this day a day of rest

And set aside our brooms and tools or plows

To taste in full the little wind that blows

Through lilac bloom and pastures newly dressed?

Then will we pause to touch those fingertips

Unfurling green in vast and sundry hues

Or savor purples, pinks and golden-blues

Spilling garrulously from nature’s lips?

Or shall we carry on and strive instead

To drink the cup of blessing midst our toil

Praising the God who nurtures soul and soil

For if we dance then who will buy our bread?

© Janet Martin