Just outside the classroom
there was a little knoll,
where in my senior year of college
I watched the spring grass grow -
while I sat, the wind raced free,
fluttering the green grass
so expressively,
anticipating every promise
of what life had to hold -
sharing music's joy with children
like flowers to unfold.
I am not God
who plants life's seeds
but went out to nourish,
provide and weed,
and in the end
I could sometimes see
them flourish ever so naturally.
With every spring I cannot wait
until the sun and rain will send
the warm wind blowing wistfully
over the green land again
and think of the students,
that in the end,
fulfilled the ambitions ideals portend
and honor the feelings
I once did hold
with the promise of watching
the spring grass grow.
Psalm 76:3 - "for I have always been mindful of your unfailing love and have lived in reliance of your faithfulness".
