April 2001

Voices from our pond so clear
mingle with melting snow.

Promises of life so dear

in spring begin to grow.

Tadpoles, horsetails, mint and willow
call out in nature’s chant.

Sacred sounds that resonate
and in my heart still dance.

From Walden Pond to my back yard,
from the heart of God to mine.

I hear the call of promises
that exceed the bounds of time.

Voices from our pond so clear
mingle with melting snow.

Evidence of life so dear –
listen, hear it grow!

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