I woke to birdsong this morning,
a good-morning melody
welcoming the silver-gray light
weaving through the clouds and soft rain
of these in-between days
that bridge winter and spring
and seem so random—
today frosty, possible snow,
tomorrow warm, a hug of sunshine.
New blooms have appeared
on the neighbor’s hellebore,
Lenten roses right on time.
Purple crocuses have smiled open
under the magnolia,
a bit of yellow peeks from a drift of daffodils
under the hackberry,
all cheering me
in these between times.
And truly, we are always in between—
between starting and finishing,
between losing and finding,
between our last step and our next step.
Isn’t it the same with people as with nature?
There are those who bloom
in the in-between times,
those who are our crocuses,
our Lenten roses,
whose mere presence is a sign of hope,
in between the loss of what was
and the uncertainty of what will be,
those who ground us in the present moment
of the in-between.
Thank God for our crocuses,
our Lenten roses.
Thank God for our in-between friends.
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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