Dear *|FIRSTNAME|*,
I planted some tulip bulbs a couple of years ago in the bed outside my window. Every Spring since then I wonder nervously if they will come up again, yet here I am, relishing the sight of them opening up to the sunshine, new life out of the apparently barren winter ground. I don't think it's any accident that we celebrate Easter, the ultimate message of new life, at this time of year! Alice shared the following poem with us at morning prayer this week on this very theme and I hope that you enjoy it:
Nothing really ever dies
That is not born anew,
The miracle of nature
All tell us this is true.
The flowers sleeping peacefully
Beneath the winter's snow
Awaken from their icy graves
When spring winds start to blow.
And little brooks and singing streams,
Icebound beneath the snow,
Begin to babble merrily
Beneath the sun's warm glow.
And all around on every side
New life and joy appear
To tell us nothing ever dies
And we should have no fear,
For death is just a detour
Along life's wending way
That leads God's chosen children
To a bright and glorious day.
Helen Steiner Rice
Louise | 
