Lift Your Eyes

With eyes downcast in grief and doubt

Slowly I walked a country lane.

I failed to hear the joyous shout

Of springtime after April rain--

A violet in greening sod

Whispered, "Lift your eyes to God."

The very greenness whistled then;

My ears received the robin's call;

My thoughts escaped their stagnant fen

To hear a laughing waterfall--

My heart held room for no regrets

Weaving a lei of violets.