Reflections on a Sunday Spring Evening

By Robert M. Donaldson

So now as winter’s brittle armor cracks

And softer warmth revives the greening fields,

Restoring all about me to the bright

Abounding vibrancy of mountain spring,

I see you, God, again renewing life—

Your touch turns frozen gloom to beauty fresh.

My Lord, bestow upon me, too, your calming strength

To leave behind a tired, weary past

And, like your gift of spring so gently given,

Renew my heart and make of me your son,

New-worthy, loving, eager to forgive,

That you and spring may ever dwell in me.