Wednesday Morning

It came as a quiet and subtle surprise. While talking with a friend my hand slipped down to grab a hedge in his yard. I felt the rough dimpled bark as I ran my hand up toward the tip of the slender branch. As I was about to release my grasp it came to me. Through my fingers up my arm and into my conscienceness. There in my finger tips was a bud, a young tender soft bud of leaves pushing thier way into the world. Spring has come to us winter has released it's grip. The cycle of life has once again come full circle. Amen!