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.