At times imperceptible,
The seasonal progression
From winter somnolence
To the indisputable evidence
Of spring awakening,
And on to summer fullness.
Realized
Quite suddenly perhaps,
As sun-drenched mayflower,
Encompassing the pastures,
Unexpectecily
Releases an avalanche
Of transparent petals
That cascade a blossom drift
Over the landscape
Along the pathway of one's journeying.
Likewise, spiritual progress
Undiscernible to the eye,
Yet increasingly evident,
As the warmth of Spirit,
The fragrance of Soul,
Unfolds Mind's thought-petals,
Clearly defining for us
God's scientific order of being,
Beautifully patterning the way for us
Whatever the season.
