Birthday

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”
Anne Bradstreet

For you, there’ll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining

Christine McVie

Happy birthday
Happy birthday, baby

The Crests

It’s birthday time again. Last spring something stirred in the earth, and soil warmed, and brown turned green, and something sacred filled the air with nature’s pure perfume….gathering shards of shattered faith, listening hard for the hum of hope, resting in the healing rays of freshening love. And now the thing’s in bloom.

It is a lesson to keep learning — then, now and ever, in times of dying and rebirth, of prayer and of despair, something wakens, bubbles from the depths, and drifts ashore to where we wait. We pick it up and hold it, and what we grasp is faith and hope. We feel it beating, hold it close and listen hard, and what we hear is the thrum of love. Springtime’s here. It’s birthday time again.

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