315. Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer. ~Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

A garden spot may be a noisy place
Where droning bees
Seek honey, spiders weave their silver lace
Upon the trees,
And little birds sing songs the livelong day.

Or it may be so silent that it seems
The flowers sleep,
And shy, mysterious virgin dreams
Their vigil keep,
And God communes with earth the livelong day.
~Pringle Barret

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Spring, ever so splendid springtime!  God’s glory colors the arms of barren trees, the unfolding petals of flowers, and the fanciful wings of every creature in flight.  Rebirth and renewal explode from soil seemingly laid waste by icy months of freezing temperatures, and the sunshine charges the air with invigorating currents.  The hum of the bees and the song of the birds fill ears with melodies, sweet and grand, while spiders do indeed weave sticky lairs of “silver lace.”  Then there are those splendiferous moments at dawn and twilight when a tranquil hush pervades the space between heaven and earth, and in the silence sacred whispers cross the thresholds of listening ears.

Listen! My beloved! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.  ~Song of Songs  2:8   ✝

May your salvation, Jesus, be with us always!

20 thoughts on “315. Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer. ~Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

  1. Pingback: 315. Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer. ~Geoffrey B. Charlesworth | Sacred Touches

  2. Is that a pink dogwood—are yours blooming?? Ours are a bit slow this year. Yesterday, after spending the day out working in the yard, I leaned back, closing my eyes and settled in to… listening—-listening to the birds, the bees, the whir of a distant lawnmower—-the delightful sounds of Spring—thank you for reminding us all to not only look at Spring’s glory but to listen to it as well.
    Hugs–cookie

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  3. Natalie! I love that gorgeous picture you took! Is that a pink Dogwood? The Bradford’s are in full bloom here but no Dogwood’s yet. I can’t wait. They are so beautiful! the words and quotes are a perfect compliment! Blessings!

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    • Thank you, Andy. Yes that is my pink dogwood in the photo. The new blooms on it are just opening. This is a photo from last year. I’m glad you liked the post and hope you have a great week. Blessings, Natalie 🙂

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  4. Poem and floral image in absolute accordance !!! Your sublime words and the spring whispers in the garden are beyond beautiful ! Feel totally intoxicated after reading it ♥ Thanks for sharing all these Spring beauty,dear Natalie ♥ ,Doda

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  5. Nice picture Natalie, I hope you have a great spring. I’ll just go outside and listen to the sound of grass dying. 😦

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