Summer

When summer draws nigh,
And the sun is prominent;
It reaps moisture,
Up from the soil,
Through the roots,
Into the dry sprigs,
And tender branchlets:
Hence, comes foliage;
Flower; and fruit.
Likewise;
When the Living Savior
Arises, and ascends,
In our willing hearts;
 It is indeed summer,
In the adornment
Of our love:
He gives His light;
And His heat,
To our deepest desires;
And  induces the soul,
To grow, and bring forth,
The unfolding leaves
Of inward passion;
The manyfold flowers
Of fervid devotion;
And the fruits,
Of thanksgiving and praise.