I love the wild flowers of spring.
They are small–three inches high maybe.
They are so all over we cannot but walk on them.
Few things, though, have their power to lift a human heart.
Spring love is like that.
It is willing to be a small, wild,
uncultivated flower, a plant so impelled by life that it risks
breaking through hard frozen soil
and reaching out to hardened cold hearts.
It is not concerned that it will never
grow to the lofty stature of roses or tulips,
let alone of apple trees or pines.
Wild flowers dare to bloom even though they are grass.
That is integrity; that is maturity:
to know they are but grass but have the power to
bloom-and bloom even while risking being crushed
by those who cherish their beauty.
God asks us to love like that.
When we love with spring love the Holy Spirit,
the Sanctifier, uses us to renew
the face of the earth.
The Spirit sanctifies people,
and chooses to use people to spread
fire on the earth.
Our world needs spring love.