How can I love this spring
when it’s pulling me
through my life faster
than any time before it?
When five separate dooms
are promised this decade
and here I am, just trying
to watch a bumblebee cling
to its first purple flower.
I cannot save this world.
But look how it’s trying,
once again, to save me.
I recently published a new book that features this poem plus many others to accompany you through every season of life.
It’s called The Wilderness That Bears Your Name.
You can see all the details here: