Unbreakable Lamb

There seems a certain precariousness to springtime that is oft overlooked. After the ravaging of winter storms, blizzards, and tree-downing Nor'easters, spring quietly creeps up on us and without our noticing.

Spring is a bridge from one extreme to the other. Hope is yet in the distance in the blooming and warming of days. More people congregate outdoors, windows are open, air let in. Everything seems perfect in spring; there is a serenity even in the soft, yet sometimes steady drops of rain, like the constant rising of the sun and the moon.

Morning dew permeates our lives yet again, as do the varying colors, hues of red, green, pink, and blue.

And yet, acts of evil still render our peace-filled spring fruitless. Hope is diminished with the crash of a plane, killing 96, including world leaders.
Cancer still spreads, in the disease's physical, deadly state, and also in its figurative spread among humanity, a more violent and chaotic place every day.

So what is to get a person through? One who notices death and destruction, sadness and decay, in the face of goodness? Evil at odds with purity?

Just like summer is to follow spring, man knows he must hope that good will follow bad. It seems almost inherent for man to believe that.

ee cummings wrote about spring, and how we have the ability to make things better. It is within our power, by free will, to make things right, to hope for good even in the face of bad, to see light in a dark time, to see relief after terror. Spring is in between two extremes; it is peaceful, but I am aware of what else is going on around me. And for that, I will always strive for more--and for better.

Spring is like a perhaps hand by E. E. Cummings
III

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.