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Topic: Spring (as in the season) (11/28/05)
- TITLE: Nothing to Write
By Rachel Burkum
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All right, I suppose I could write about the vivid pink tulips that paint the hillsides in splendor. Or the blossoms on the apple trees with a fragrance so sweet it draws the gaze of the most bitter soul. The warm breeze that whispers through an open window to caress the lace curtains and tease the wind chimes above the porch. The bright green shoots of new grass peeking through the rich earth, moist with morning dew.
I could write about the glorious thunderstorms rolling across the midnight sky to shower living creatures, bringing growth and renewal…soft buzzing of bees that float from flower to flower, busying themselves with fulfilling the purpose of their insect lives…sunlight streaming through the puffy white clouds, touching every crack and crevice to melt away any traces of the cold season past.
I guess I could mention the anticipation of warmth as long sleeves are packed away, and excitement of a new year’s adventure bubbles over…the starlit nights with crickets chirping their lullabies…the miracle of birth seen at every turn in nature.
But I could never write about those things. I’m sure I couldn’t find the words. I mean, what can I really write about spring?
Now, I suppose I could draw a spiritual parallel. After all, the seasons don’t apply only to the physical earth, but the human soul as well. Just as the earth, tilted on its axis and revolving around the sun, brings on the expected months of cold or heat, so too does the heart absorb the coolness or warmth from the circumstances that effect us.
Summer of the heart is when we’re at the ultimate high. Things are going well, we’re happy, and not even the occasional rain of bad news can bring us down.
Then something happens. Storm clouds rise as we’re bombarded with more than it seems we can handle. The leaves on the trees of joy begin to wither and drop one by one to the ground. Fall.
We stumble along, still pasting smiles on our faces, not yet too cold to function, but missing the blissful peace of summer. But when there’s fall, the winter soon follows.
Just as hillsides transform into bleak and barren landscapes, our souls become drained of all feeling and life. Loneliness and grief set in, chilling our hearts to a freeze, our very insides shivering with cold. Friends and family can’t comfort us enough, and we only long for the Lord’s embrace that seems just out of our grasp.
But the small spark of hope remains that spring is on its way. And how glorious is that day when the sun shines in our hearts once again! We find the Lord’s presence and fall at His feet, embraced by His love and care. As beautiful as the spring of the earth appears to our senses, nothing can compare to the beauty of the spring that settles in our hearts.
But how much is there really to say about spring? There just isn’t enough to mention. Maybe I’ll write about something else. For what could I possibly say?
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