Finally It’s March – I’m Listening for Spring!

Most of the country has experienced a tough winter. I am so ready for spring. Spring is my favorite time of year – a season of awakening, new life and green, green, green.

Spring is a transition time, sometimes a volatile changing season, often reflecting the ongoing transformation of our souls. I find hope in spring and like to listen to its lessons.

Listening to Spring is a poem by Macrina Wiederkehr and seemed appropriate one to ponder today:

 

How quietly the earth breathes forth new life.

How eagerly the sun bleeds forth the spring.

I am listening.

I am listening to seeds breaking open, to roots growing strong beneath the ground, to green shoots rising up from winter wombs.

I am listening to thorns blossoming, to barren branches laughing out new growth, to wildflowers dancing through the meadows.

I am listening to the forest filling up with song.

I am listening to the earth filling up with life.

I am listening to trees filling up with leaves.

I am listening to the sky with its many changing moods, to flashes of lightning, peals of thunder, to opening buds and greening grass.

I am listening to the breaking forth of light in the vestibule of dawn.

I am listening to the freshness of the morning.

 I am listening to the rain drops giving hope to thirsty gardens.

I am listening to the orchards pregnant with new life,

I am listening to the flowers bursting forth in rainbow colors.

I am listening to the brook, to the song of happy waters,

I am listening to music rising up from all the earth.

 I am listening to spring soaring in on wings of life,

I am listening to the sounds of spring.

I am listening to prayers pouring forth from feathered throats,

I am listening to prayers rising up from misty waters.

I am listening to prayers of a meadow crowned with dawn.

I am listening to the growing in the garden of my heart.

I am listening to my heart singing songs of resurrection.

I am listening to the colors of life.

I am listening to winter handing over spring,

I am listening to the poetry of spring.

I am listening.

What are you hearing as we enter March?