A Diviner Plan

Day comes a boon to the world weary eye

And morning lights the corridors of mind

Is there yet hope for human destiny

A way beyond our warring selves to find.

Now is the spring when wintry hearts awake

To beauty and the choruses of earth

A wealth of greens is canvas to remake

Our sleep-bound thoughts to promise of new birth.

The moon has not renounced her mystic glow

The apple blooms, the cherry and the rose,

Is the magic any less, the overflow

Of light reduced? For we must care for those

Sacred covenants bequeathed to man

A life divine and a diviner plan.