Spring Thanks-giving Hymn

 It is not hard to give thanks in spring, I thought,

 as I pedaled through its rolling wonderland last night...

For winter gales that never came

For blessings beyond count or name

For hope in spite of guilt and shame

Give thanks

For purple pansy’s friendly face

For wonderlands of green-spun grace

For forgiveness for human race

Give thanks

For paths that flow forward, not back

For feet to dance and mouth to laugh

For nature’s free-flung bivouac

Give thanks

For this; springtime the Lord has made

…time’s newness over oldness laid

For seasons we would never trade

Give thanks

For flowers fresh from heaven's hand

For showers lavishing the land

For seed to plant and God to grant

Give thanks

For gilt of bud on barren limb

For lilt of lark when dark grows dim

For all roads leading back to Him

Give thanks

© Janet Martin