I hear the upward run

of sweet-sap springtime.I hear it! I hear itas I step out the door,lift my head to listen more—I hearbut not by mortal ear.Sounds of springsingspiritual awakening!The forest spreads her lacy latticestransparent in the sunlight, standing by,and Iperceive the trees as symbolsof staunch and steadfast loverising highaspiring to sun and sky—as I to light, in consciousnessof Christ.

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