It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow:
they neither toil nor spin;
and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these. ~Matthew 6:28-29
They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season. Their leaves never wither, and they prosper in all they do. ~Psalm 1:3

Spring has returned.
The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

The day the Lord created Hope was probably
the same day He created Spring. ~Bern Williams

If you've never been thrilled
to the very edges of your soul
by a flower in spring bloom,
maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
~Audra Foveo

Now every field is clothed with grass,
and every tree with leaves;
now the woods put forth their blossoms,
and the year assumes its gay attire. ~Virgil

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow:
they neither toil nor spin;
was not arrayed like one of these. ~Matthew 6:28-29
They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season. Their leaves never wither, and they prosper in all they do. ~Psalm 1:3
Spring has returned.
The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
The day the Lord created Hope was probably
the same day He created Spring. ~Bern Williams
If you've never been thrilled
to the very edges of your soul
by a flower in spring bloom,
maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
~Audra Foveo
Now every field is clothed with grass,
and every tree with leaves;
now the woods put forth their blossoms,
and the year assumes its gay attire. ~Virgil

No comments:
Post a Comment