As the thistle ripens
In the new spring breeze,
And the crutches of winter
Collapse around your feet,
Stop amid your drab
And dreary tasks, and take a look about;
At the shimmering dawn,
And dew drops
On pollywogs,
And new seed.
Spring is a new breed.
Through snow falls and sorrows,
Rest your weary head
And wallow in the glory
Of a cold long dead.
Sunlight, so bright
Shining in to break the night.
In its wake new life abounds,
From the smallest creatures
To the greatest of crowns.
All beings wake to see
A land locked in a long gone misery,
And on its wake like a sea
Of angels with harps and wings alight
Is born alive the love of the morn.
So tell me, now
That you’ve cast aside that burden,
What wakened world
Do you long to walk among you now?
The ripened grin
It grows on your face.
I see it now, you’ll not erase
A joy so bright
As the never ending starlight.
You’ll hear their voices,
You’ll know their call.
You’ll feel its wonder
Long before the fall.
And in your passion,
This unbroken connection,
Yield not to this worldly possession.
For all is afloat
In this world of compassion,
And losing one day
To a deadened need for self-compliance,
Will leave any man dead inside.
In the new spring breeze,
And the crutches of winter
Collapse around your feet,
Stop amid your drab
And dreary tasks, and take a look about;
At the shimmering dawn,
And dew drops
On pollywogs,
And new seed.
Spring is a new breed.
Through snow falls and sorrows,
Rest your weary head
And wallow in the glory
Of a cold long dead.
Sunlight, so bright
Shining in to break the night.
In its wake new life abounds,
From the smallest creatures
To the greatest of crowns.
All beings wake to see
A land locked in a long gone misery,
And on its wake like a sea
Of angels with harps and wings alight
Is born alive the love of the morn.
So tell me, now
That you’ve cast aside that burden,
What wakened world
Do you long to walk among you now?
The ripened grin
It grows on your face.
I see it now, you’ll not erase
A joy so bright
As the never ending starlight.
You’ll hear their voices,
You’ll know their call.
You’ll feel its wonder
Long before the fall.
And in your passion,
This unbroken connection,
Yield not to this worldly possession.
For all is afloat
In this world of compassion,
And losing one day
To a deadened need for self-compliance,
Will leave any man dead inside.
