Spring Will Come Again
by Jodie Gerling
SPRING WILL COME AGAIN
“Spring will come again,”
they say.
Whether it’s a mark on a calendar
or an unknown date on a scarred soul.
Either way, it will take time.
Creation’s Great Creator
could have whisked the world into existence,
but instead, He chose to take seven days.
He could have made the depths,
to the valleys, to the peaks in a moment,
and owned it,
that it was instantly done.
But instead, God paused His brush,
and hushed,
with His Authority, His Glory
over each category
of beast and bush and breath.
Whether the first Spring in Eden,
or waiting for renewal within,
either way, Spring came,
and Spring will come again.
“Spring will come again,”
they say.
Whether a literal anticipation,
an exciting invitation
for leaves and bees
and blossoms on the trees.
Or, maybe, it’s just a platitude,
disguised as hope-filled gratitude,
or an encouragement
that what we just went through
will soon be replaced with joy.
We hope that, too.
That Winter’s cold grasp
would relax the hold that its had
on our tightened stomach and soul,
and give way to a peace
that will only fully release
when we trust God’s will over our own.
Either way, Spring comes again.
“Spring will come again,”
they say.
Those who’ve read the Scriptures.
Those who’ve known and seen
and witnessed the healing
of dry bones rejoicing
as a new day of mercy dawns.
Spring is not only
a hope for the lonely,
but a promise renewed daily
with each sunrise stroke of the brush
from the One who Created
in His own time, while we waited,
for all to be made new.
Whether droplets of dew
on the petals, now full bloom
or the shattered pieces
He’s pieced back together again.
Either way, Hope did not disappoint,
because Spring did come,
and eternal Spring will come soon.