Reflections on Spring

The sun sang of spring today.
Bright, warm, and wanting.
It drew me in and challenged me
And did a little taunting.

And as if needing clarity,
questions quickly came to me.
Ones that, quite frankly, I was not expecting.
So much so I did submit
to some unscheduled reflecting.

“Who is it”, I asked myself.
Can make the seasons change?
Who taught the living things to grow?
And song birds their refrain?

Who sets the clock and schedules days?
Who picks the dance, directs the play?
Who knows the way each thing must be?
Well, certainly it is not me.

It is not me.

And when I think of all those years
I searched for God through angry tears.
And struggled hard just to believe.
He pulled the sun from up His sleeve
And shown its rays upon my face
And showered me with living grace.
And filled my soul.