A Children's Poem for Paschaltide

 

I saw the premiere jonquil

Nodding sweetly by the walk,

Her frilly golden bonnet

So serene upon her stalk.

 

I saw a purple martin

Sweeping madly to and fro;

He circled, swooped, and glided,

Beat his wings in flighty show.

 

I saw the squirrels a-scamper

On the clover-pillowed lawn;

One scurried 'long the fence-top

To survey the goings-on.

 

And turning my gaze upward

To the cirrus-marbled sky,

Heaven seemed a song away,

This life a fleeting-by.

 

For when all nature's glories

My enchanted eyes behold,

The riches of God's goodness

Like a cloak my heart enfold.

 

I thank Him for the jonquils,

For the martins and the squirrels,

For spring, that joyous season

When each leaf and bud unfurls

 

To praise the Risen Savior

And the promise of that spring,

The life that is eternal,

Which His death to us did bring.

 

 

© Leticia Austria 2006