God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on the trees and in the flowers, clouds and stars.
Martin Luther
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees are heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
By: Robert Lee Frost
Prayer Editor: Pam Jackson