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What a warm humid day almost in May! Baseball games are being played, gardens are being planted, flowers are being bloomed, birds are being nested, bees are being buzzed, rains are being gathered, winds are being blown, and poets are being silly!
The essence of this wordy spiel is the word BEING. “Let everything that has breath and life reveal its Creator, almighty God. (Psalm 150:6)” After enduring the winter doldrums, one cannot hold in the living words, action words, words of LIFE. Yes, it is a time to play, to rejoice, to give thanks to our heavenly Father, for all good things come from Him.
This time of year can be fickle, as this sampling records from the mighty pen of Robert Frost:
Two Tramps in Mud Time
“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.”
Good thoughts I’m sending your way to embellish your month of May. And as my dad always said: “Keep a liff upper stip!”