A time of new life emerges
From a time of cold darkness.
Shoots push up from hard earth.
Blossoms open from the tight buds.
Warm sunshine warms my weary soul,
Filling me with the soft light.
Many things come to a close.
Letting go is sometimes so hard.
The Lord gently whispers to me,
"Release, someday this will serve you."
And I trust through my sadness;
I trust through joy and pain.
Now I plant seeds of manifestation,
And wait to see which sprout.
The garden of my past lifetime
Is being put to rest, composted,
Where it will feed the new,
Nourishing the soil, preparing for growth.