A Sermon in a Cherry Tree

The arrival of Spring trumpets the truth of Easter

The blossoms on our cherry tree
bear witness to the fact
that Old Man Winter’s death has been confirmed.
The rumors of his final days
proved more than gossiping.
Just ask the robin pulling at a worm.

Yes, winter’s given way to spring
(and just in time me thinks).
The toll the snow and cold took was intense.
The endless weeks of winter’s woes
found joy in short supply.
Those nonstop sunless days would make me wince.

But now a smile frames my face.
There’s evidence of life
as light and color warm my thawing bones.
The truth of Easter’s not reserved
for just one holy day.
Spring trumpets “death is trumped by Christ alone.”