“Splendors of the spring world,
uplift me.
Peonies, you slow-motion fireworks,
beguile me.
Sunday sky, the color of a newborn’s eyes,
regard me.
Starry night, the color of opals strewn across rain-soaked earth,
enchant me.
Fields of spring, sweetening the air,
calm me.
Glory of iris, pulsing in my pupil like the warm blood in my wrist,
astound me.
All you realities of the spring world,
call to me.
Man on the street corner talking to himself,
beguile me no less than peonies.
Woman recovering slowly from deep hurt,
move me no less than the expanse of the sky.
Child without either shoes or good guidance,
teach me.
All you parts of nature, human and floral, elemental and mysterious,
silence me.”
Spring Benedicite by Mark Belletini
Chorlton Unitarians 