Pansy and iris, tulip and hyacinth, pear and cherry blossom. God's symphony of color declares here a resurrection in nature even if no story of Jesus were ever told. Whatever our sins, whatever our griefs, whatever the brokenness of our days, these words of grace cannot be unheard. High above the sundial, a cardinal sings his brightest red song to a lady he cannot see. A damask butterfly delicately dances in the light, inviting us to ponder the fleeting timelessness of the garden's glory.
Hearts hear trumpets and shining brass playing fanfares of glory.
Thousands of voices sing and sing, choirs unending in their hymn. The joy is God's prayer and God's love. For a moment, we are all caught up in it. The eternity of the present is the only redeeming thing there is. In this eternity, all sorrow is soluble.