The birds are warming up with their songs of Spring. She is near and March is doing his best to welcome her in. The sun's warm rays are competing with the wind's last winter chill. I shake the bedsheets into the air and listen to the birds sing as the sheet floats down on the bed. Together we are preparing for Spring. The windows are open and my heart is, too. I long to feel the earth under my feet and walk again under the trees. I wrap my shawl around me loosely and embrace Spring...for she sets the table for me and my Saviour.
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