Fleabane

Because the mower did not come
the wild things grew
and sang wild songs
and the tulips remembered the melodies.

A grandmother’s bluebells
(long since forgotten)
woke up, looked around, told some jokes
because the mower did not come.

Because the mower did not come
the field balm threw a party and invited everyone
even the outliers and introverts
.

Field balm

Tulip and wild thing,
bluebell and field balm;
Thy will be done. 

(The mower, thank God, didn’t come.)

Wild garlic

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Words are insufficient to the day.

Please let this anthem be my Easter gift to you.

https://youtu.be/FdSDzXeKFXg

Jesu, Lover of My Soul

Jesu, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly, while the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high; hide me, O my Saviour hide, till the storm of life be past; safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! Other refuge have I none; hangs my helpless soul on thee; leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, all my help from thee I bring; cover my defenseless head with the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want; more than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness. False and full of sin I am; thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace on thee is found, grace to cover all my sin. Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; freely let me take of thee. Spring thou up within my heart. Rise to all eternity. Amen.

 

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