Good Friday

Today the rain is cheerful.
I hear the sound
of fingers tapping the roof,
a joyful sound
as tears run down
the double clear glass panes.

It’s a springtime sound
of rebirth and resurrection,
of new leaves come,
birds happily nesting and mating
and full of song.

And I am part of it all
as the season changes,
knowing, too, that one day I shall die.
It is God’s way,
spring followed by summer and fall,
then, silent winter.

So today is a day of rejoicing.
I hear birds call,
see plants pushing up from the ground.
I’m caught full round
in the ebb and the flow of seasons.
I, too, praise God.