In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree; In cocoons, a hidden promise; butterflies will soon be free! In the cold and snow of winter there's a spring that waits to be, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. There's a song in every silence, seeking word and melody; There's a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me. From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity; In our our doubt there is believeing; in our life, eternity. In our death, a resurrection; at the last a victory, Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. You are in my heart and thoughts today as we celebrate our first Easter without you. Each "first" without you brings a flood of memories to the surface. We are missing you. Love Mom