Red petals of Tulip were barely showing
On the morning in April when the sky started snowing
The Spring despaired of a winter coup
But by late afternoon the skies were all blue
T’was a gentle reminder from the seasons’ own scroll
We may think we’re advanced but We’re not in control.
The tulips, the snow, Old Winter, Young Spring
Know far better than we who’s servant, who’s King.
Snow on the tulip in Spring defies reasons
But serves to remind of God’s grace in all seasons.
— M.A. Milton, The Tuesday before the Fifth Sunday in Lent 2019
(April 2, 2019)