Listening to Spring

This contemplative poem/prayer opens us to discernment of the flow or moving of the Spirit through the changing of a season.....

How quietly the earth breathes forth new life. How eagerly the sun bleeds for the spring.

I am listening.

I am listening to seeds breaking open, to roots growing strong beneath the ground, to green shoots rising up from the winter wombs.

I am listening to thorns blossoming, to barren branches laughing out new growth, to wildflowers dancing through the meadows.

I am listening.

I am listening to the forest filling up with song. I am listening to the earth filling up with life. I am listening to trees filling up with leaves. I am listening.

I am listening to the sky with its many changing moods, to flashes of lightning, peals of thunder, to opening buds and greening grass….

I am listening to the breaking form of light in the vestibule of dawn. I am listening to the freshness of the morning.

I am listening.

I am listening to the brook, to the song of happy waters. I am listing to music rising up from all the earth. I am listening to spring soaring on wings of life. I am listening to the sounds of spring.

I am listening to prayers pouring forth from feathered throats. I am listening to prayers rising up from misty waters. I am listening to prayers of a meadow crowned with dawn.

I am listening.

I am listening to the growing in the garden of my heart. I am listening to my heart singing songs of resurrection. I am listening to the colours of life.

I am listening.

I am listening to winter handing over spring. I am listening to the poetry of spring.

I am listening.

*Listening to Spring (excerpts) From The Circle of Life, pp. 90-91 by Macrina Wiederkehr