Spring Verses...
In the sanctuary on Good Friday... The world around me is greening...coming to life leaves grass flowers abound yet a heaviness of heart persists, even amidst nature's bounty beauty Perhaps it is the ever-present awareness that far fewer springs await me than have gone before. Perhaps it is the loss of friends and family, those once so central in my life. Perhaps it is the niggling fear- which I mostly keep at bay- that I will outlive the resources I possess... and then what? Before me hangs a purple-shrouded cross... and sitting in this silent sanctuary, I breathe this prayer... God, grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change... aging losses ...