Spring on the Altar

A bit of spring on the altar. A sprig of green.
Never mind the snow outside.
Never mind the cold.

Seasons outside mean so little.
What is important is the season we carry
inside.

About this poem

One of those poems that started out to be one thing and became something else altogether. Sometimes I wonder who writes this stuff.

The picture was taken at the church I am blessed to Pastor.

Tom