Spring Miracle

 Here is Mother's poem based upon Matthew 5:5 and the rewards of "the meek."

Spring Miracles

by Ruth Baird Shaw

I took a walk one April day

My world had turned to Spring.

And when I saw the countryside,

My heart began to sing.

For I remembered Jesus said,

“Blessed are the meek,

They shall inherit the earth.”

Oh let me join the meek!

My first draft; daffodils profuse

Flashing yellow gems, they shine.

To make of drab back gardens

A golden flower mine.

And lavender blankets of “Thrift”

With wild extravagancy

Have transformed barren slopes

Into a Springtime canopy.

Tulips, pansies, hyacinths,

With rare perfume they bring

Glorious resurgence and

Cheerful smells of Spring.

The Dogwood trees were blooming,

A blank check from the sod,

I draw up close enough to see

The signature of God.

Oh, I don’t need a written deed

To claim my legacy.

The flowering earth I hold in trust

All that I see belongs to me~!