This morning the new maple leaves came out, pink-red, looking like flowers. I can see them unfolding even now, while it is still dark, on the tree just outside our front window.

I go out walking. The sun begins to arrive. When did the grass become so fresh and bright?

This upsurge of earthy profusion takes my breath away and stirs my joy to spilling over.

With the mystic-prophet Hildegard of Bingen, I give thanks for God's "greening power" that flows so abundantly around and among and deep within us, in every season and situation, to make all things new.