Here you come once again with your delicate rains: petals break forth like the rainbow while scarlet-breasted robins alight upon the thickening carpet of emerald grass —
You perplex me so: warm and cold, endearing and aloof, the way long-forgotten loves drove me to the very edge of madness —
O April, enshroud me in the intimacy of your mysteries, then will I comprehend the reason for the ethereal blossoms fragrant in the month of May.
O that within me dwells a burning heart That blazes like a bonfire on the shore When twilight comes the purple colors soar As lemon rays of daylight soon depart — O that the light find I when darkness starts And warmth when winter chills me to the core With light and warmth I could not ask for more For of life’s miracles take I a part.
O stand and see and for the old paths ask Walk on in paths that lead to the good way Beside you will be Truth, the Way, the Life To give your soul the rest in midst of strife Your heart will burn with love in night and day, Through seasons, light and warmth to guide your tasks.
Thus says the Lord: Stand in the ways and see, And ask for the old paths, where the good way is, And walk in it; Then you will find rest for your souls. But they said, ‘We will not walk in it.’ – Jeremiah 6:16 NKJV
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