09 April 2022

Spring might finally...

... be showing up! Got grass cut today and noticed when I went out for my walk this beautiful tree in bloom. And it reminded me of the Akathist of Thanksgiving, these lines:

How glorious are You in the springtime, when every creature awakes to new life and joyfully sings Your praises with a thousand tongues. You are the Source of Life, the Destroyer of Death. By the light of the moon, nightingales sing, and the valleys and hills lie like wedding garments, white as snow. All the earth is Your promised bride awaiting her spotless husband. If the grass of the field is like this, how gloriously shall we be transfigured in the Second Coming after the Resurrection! How splendid our bodies, how spotless our souls!



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