Our latest Shhh… meditation focuses on Spring. You can find it at the end of this post.

As part of it Andy shares this poem.

First spring shoots
Pierce hard granite ground.
It’s lighter …
At least not so dark.
It’s warmer …
At least not so cold.
We are at a season of change.
There were times this year
We’ve worn winters cold glove.
It’s been dark.
Dark nights and sunless days
We’ve sought out our gods
And not found them.
Lost in the cold and snow
Lost in the winter’s grip
But today … today we feel the sun.
Today.
Today the ice is melting
And in its place life begins.
Little, simple life.
Briefly hidden, fragile life
But life none the less.
It’s beginning.
Spring ushers in your new hope.
Spring comes on the Damascus Road.
Spring comes in the townships and favelas.
Spring comes in bars and brothels.
Spring comes on park benches.
We thought our hearts were dying
Victims of Trumping-winters crisp.
But thawed thoughts lingered,
Winter always carried the hope of Spring.
Not that seedling awakes
And hope is reborn in our Spring.
The season aways changes.

A poem by Andy Freeman.