On Rearranging The 'Furniture'

Make room though your life is crowded

With living’s insistent duress

For awe, when spring’s first green has shrouded

The landscape with happiness

Delight in the wonder of flowers

Though worry its plunder imparts

Make room in the bloom of spring’s bower

For joy shaped in pink bleeding-hearts

Make room for the music of heaven

To soothe away sorrows of earth

Make room for hope’s glorious season

To satisfy death with rebirth

Let goodness and mercy of sunshine

And tender-sweet tempo of rain

In spite of life’s colors less sanguine

Make room for rejoicing again

© Janet Martin