Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Spring is sprung

My father used to recite this little verse:
Spring is sprung,
De grass is riz,
I wonder where dem boidies is?
De little boids is on de wing,
Ain’t dat absurd?
De wings is on de little boid!

Spring is definitely springing, if not yet completely sprung, as the leaves start to poke out of the tree branches. Every spring is, in effect, an act of new creation: Psalm 65 echoes this:

Silence is praise to you, Zion-dwelling God,
And also obedience.
You hear the prayer in it all.

We all arrive at your doorstep sooner or later, loaded with guilt,
Our sins too much for us — but you get rid of them once and for all.
Blessed are the chosen! Blessed the guest at home in your place!
We expect our fill of good things in your house, your heavenly manse.

All your salvation wonders are on display in your trophy room.
Earth-Tamer, Ocean-Pourer,
Mountain-Maker, Hill-Dresser,
Muzzler of sea storm and wave crash, of mobs in noisy riot—
Far and wide they'll come to a stop, they'll stare in awe, in wonder.
Dawn and dusk take turns calling, "Come and worship."

Oh, visit the earth,ask her to join the dance!
Deck her out in spring showers,
fill the God-River with living water.
Paint the wheat fields golden.
Creation was made for this!
Drench the plowed fields,
soak the dirt clods
With rainfall as harrow and rake
bring her to blossom and fruit.
Snow-crown the peaks with splendor,
scatter rose petals down your paths,
All through the wild meadows, rose petals.
Set the hills to dancing,
Dress the canyon walls with live sheep,
a drape of flax across the valleys.

Let them shout, and shout, and shout!
Oh, oh, let them sing!

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