When the wind sang,
I thought I heard
the whisper of God's
soothing voice.
Warmth filled me
as I noticed the
heather growing
along the narrow,
winding paths,
and I saw a
radiant sunrise
spread across the
distant hills,
throwing a wealth
of golden light over
the budding dogwoods.
And I knew that I'd
indeed heard
God's voice and was
bearing witness
to his glory
and promise of rebirth.

I hope that you'll
hear his voice this spring,
and remember his promise
of everlasting life this Easter.

Wishing you a joyous Easter.