Spring has arrived. The flowers are blooming and the birds are chirping. The fishing boats are once again heading out each day and the huge row of lobster traps that were stacked downstairs by the water have all but disappeared.
Yet, while there have obviously been thousands of springtimes, this one has to be one of the more unique. Normally, we’d be making plans for our first trip to the Vineyard; May and September are our favorite months to be on the island – just before and just after the tourists. But, not this year.
This year, we are just grateful for a sunny morning and a quiet walk. Watching nature carry on as if it wasn’t aware of the pandemic, it reminded me of a Robert Frost poem I once read.
A Prayer in Spring
by Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.