"Joyful Curmudgeon" An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the same
time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel
called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.
As the end of April draws near, the forsythias, daffodils, and hyacinths are starting to fade away. The iris leaves are coming up out of the ground, and I’m glad to see the clump of leaves of the yellow wild iris at the water’s edge. Judging from the number of lilac buds, we’re going to have a lot of fragrant lilacs blooming in May.
Here’s an appropriate poem for this time of year (while it’s still April!):
It is not raining rain for me,
It’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hills.
The clouds of gray engulf the day
And overwhelm the town;
It is not raining rain to me,
It’s raining roses down.
It is not raining rain to me,
But fields of clover bloom,
Where any buccaneering bee
Can find a bed and room.
A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets!
It is not raining rain to me,
It’s raining violets.
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www.all-creatures.org/poetry.html
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