petals on the pathway

The old saying is that April showers bring Mayflowers... you know, boat-loads of illegal immigrants, pilgrims looking for the Promised Land, or at least a promise of land.

"I am a pilgrim," sang Nancy Honeytree, "but not a rambler;

there is a pathway meant just for me.

I only fumble when I won't follow,

I only stumble when I won't see.

Light of Life, shine on my pathway;

Shepherd call me, call me down the road...

I am coming, I am coming,

though I bend beneath my load."

May seeing the flowers of the season turn your heart toward your Helper, and put some spring in your step...