The Winds of March

 

Our dear friend Carolyn sent us this note a few days ago. O how I miss Bruce...a friend and dear brother in our Lord Jesus.

Yet, his presence remains with me and I sense his continued encouragement in Christ.

Bob

Dear Bob & Vickie, I shared a poem Bruce wrote with my church family and wanted to share it with both of you also.

 

Spring has arrived and Resurrection Sunday is around the corner!

I wanted to share a poem my Bruce wrote in March 1991.

 

The Winds of March - Bruce Harrison

 

As flora all in blackness lies,

Seeds, roots, bulbs, ‘neath earthen skies,

The universe to them is this

Dormant state of uselessness

For all they know is here within

The dark confines of their skin

Still something woos them from above

Gently rustling songs of love

That irreversibly compel

Them to crack their hardened shells

Then toward the songs of love to thrust

Tender shoots, unheard of trust

When from the grave new life doth spring

And for love aspiring

To hear the wind and all He knows

Of the One to whom they grow

To listen to the wind proclaim

The Worthy, Spotless, Sacred name

And every living creature teach

How the depths of God to reach.

 

I am reminded that everywhere we look, we see the magnificent hand of God!

May you be blessed and encouraged as we approach Resurrection Sunday!

Love, Carolyn