The earth is full of the goodness of the Lord.   Psalm 33

There are no small resurrections, only our inability to see them.
Slowly springtime glides its way into my neglected back yard again:
the reassuring arrival of ivory freesia petals,
purple bearded iris and stalwart lavender,
 along with the delicate wisteria waving hello again
just outside my kitchen window.
Fuschia and pink resplendent sweet peas growing wild on the hillsides
quicken my heart and chant their tacit psalm:
“no worries now – all creation has arisen.”
So I look up at the sun and am grateful
for this precious moment
awash in ecstasy.