Good Friday

April showers
bring May flowers...
Tin man's snowy wink
on laden  bowers
as fish line and cedar poles
of Husband's deer proof
garden safety net
sag low neath white spring showers,
Waiting for... well, April showers!
Trees furred with white
Jaunty and bright
Icing on crocus
Fluffy and light ...

 Still, the silvery shine
of tiny fish sublime
Glint in the eye of Husband mine!
Icing on crocus
              Fluffy and light ...
Seem to herald the rush
of this morsel divine.
Five pails... and many heads later
remind me of feeding of five thousand.
Thousands of fish from two, for weary hungry crowds waiting to be fed, soul and body both.
Son-of-God-man,on the hill that day...fed all. Another hill, another day,
Awake and sing!
Brought low this day
But High and lifted up...
For us, all for us!
You fill us with your Spring Spirit-food of hope
and melt the ice of life around our weary hearts.