At first it seemed a paradox That something impersonal Could also be intimate And exquisite. But it’s true— Dare I say “truth”?
This Spring the tulips Greet me as both strangers And soul companions. When they burst forth with the vibrant colors Of their unique song My heart leaps with joy
And I am inspired To become Who I am called to be As the changing seasons Initiate their sacred Blossoming within.