It is hard to believe
That so many days
Are without sunshine
And leave us in a daze
We wait patiently
For things to change
To do it ourselves
Is out of our range
We look at the sky
White with some blue
The water is calm
Waves are held with glue
The end of April
Is almost here and
The flowers will come
There is no need to fear
To the resurrected Son
All glory has been given
Now we are locked in gray
As though it were a prison
I know that we lament
And waste time waiting
It is kind of foolish
We should be out parading
When we see darker clouds
Upon the greening hill
We know that we will
Soon see the daffodils
Our spirits will be risen
All glory to the One
Now we can enjoy
Our days in the sun
Now things seem normal
Gone are the days of wishing
Our yard tools are waiting
And we know our mission
Stanski
April 24, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 