Springing into trust

lost in the noise,

bird songs lilting,

frog croaking cloys

in night air, I'm God-song sifting.

rocks silent yet -

proof we have praised -

bare feet, grass wet

in early spring, these glory days.

sky summer blue,

my sun warmed face

lifted to You,

I pause in the midst of the race.

the frogs trust You,

while I think snow -

the sparrows too,

those who neither spin nor sow.

so I lift hands,

close eyes to sky,

help for doubting

help me be no Peter, denying.

bolster faith through beauty

hedge me behind,

before, light sky

with promise, clouds silver-lined.