We begin the month as fools;
willing winter's end and spring's beginning.
You bring our wish to bud
in every leaf and blade,
summoning new beauty out of dead roots,
and make us wise again to eternal rebirth.
This is my chance for rebirth, too.
Spring has sprung and so should I:
out of old habits and worn-out ways
into tremulous newness.
If daffodils can do it, so can I.
Be with me, this month,
and help me make good on Your promises.