I’m thresholding, G-d, in another season of Spring in my midlife.
A perception of possibility buds with the welcome return of Your dogwood blossoms
and the chorus of birds each morning,
who in turn welcome the dawning reappearance of Your light.
Your chilly rain soaks my grounding, releasing a familiar scent,
and nurtures my deep hope for sunnier summer days of abundance.
Each day’s deepening of green reminds me
of the cyclical nature of my own greening
and this deepening One-ing with You.
