Jesus, my Beloved, it’s Spring again.
I am Your prisoner, captured
in its sweet song,
in its warmth and fragrance,
in all the beauty new life brings.
Waves of infinite tenderness
wash over me and all of Creation.
Your Divine Look has penetrated my heart.
You only do I see.
It is my soul itself I offer Thee.
Dear Redeemer, I long to gather
the blooms from each lovely flower
and scatter their petals in the dew
at the feet of Your Calvary.
I would so like to reach up
and dry Your tears.
Please know my sighs, my sorrows,
my joys, my little sacrifices
given in flames of love.
These are my Spring flowers,
my petals in the dew.
The Hidden Life Awakened