Poetic Prayer in Spring

I wander down a tree-lined path
While pandemic rages, sign of God’s wrath?
Branches begin to bud, verdant green;
Daffodils revive; their blossoms’ sheen
Renews hope in the midst of despair,
Encourages gulping in of fresh air.

Emerging signs of life in nature remind
To open our eyes, that we be not blind.

God, your love still stuns
Even when a skeptic runs
Ands shuts eyes, closes ears,
Ignores the evidence of years
Of your creativity, provision
As we battle doubt and indecision.
I wonder as I walk, and watch,
How many marvel at a swatch
Of green grass, a bed of sunflowers,
Four deer bounding across the path,
Not thinking to calculate the math,
Not reasoning how unlikely the chance
That this intricacy is happenstance.

This renewal of life recounts your vision.

Your creative symphony inspires frisson;

Chills run down my back.
Your love leaves nothing that I lack.
May the suffering from global disease
Engender acts of love that everyone sees
While we wander a path through a grove
That reminds us, O God, of your love.