Nature's Praise

Soft leaves in rustling whispers say,
He rides upon the morning breeze
High above earth’s dark decay.
Spring waters rise to greet Him
 Laughing as they run their cleansing way
Cherry blossom lifts her dewy head
In praise,
As blood red tupips stand erect and say
He is risen, He is risen as He said,
Shy bluebell rings, while primrose nods to daisy
And spread their floral carpet beneath His wounded feet.
Then blackbird on a topmost branch
The Easter anthem sings
Alleluia for the Risen King.

Sr. Rita Smyth D.C.

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