The King of Greens and Golds

a poem for the springtime

I wrote this in April of last year while walking home through the park. Struck by the abundance of spring color, I felt verse to be the best response.

“It is always spring in the heart that loves God” - St John Vianney

The King of Greens and Golds

Is it forever spring in the world to come? 
I hope so. 
With this golden light shining on hosts of new leaves, new tress
All arrayed in the greens and golds of a king
of The King
Of the One of whom this beauty is a mere shadow
In His country, is it perpetually spring?

I can think of nothing more fitting
For the land of the Resurrection 
Than for life to be always bursting forth so beautifully 
Which such excess that it is as if the Earth won't know where to put all the green 
all the gold
Is that not fitting, that there might be spring without measure?

The light is fading now
as each day does
for we are not in that land quite yet
but wait I will, with hope and trust 
that I might yet meet Him there
The risen One
the Son and the sun
the King of greens and golds

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in statu viae

Ryan