Rev. Jane Rzepka
Our souls are too long cold and buried,
We are waiting to rise from the dead.
May we be forever grateful.
This meditation is one of my favorites. I heard it one spring Sunday at church 8 years ago and it really spoke to me. I asked our minister for a copy, which she gladly provided, and to me it is just the perfect verse for springtime ... don't you think?
The photos are mine, taken during yesterday's visit to the zoo. Purple crocuses lined the path and flowers were tentatively starting to emerge. The river, too, was alive with the spirit of spring. As were we.