I hurry to the hill

 I hurry to the hill

I hurry to the hill to see the last of the sun setting 

A brisk walk -I don't want to miss it

Spring blossoms in the sky high

fragrance in the air throughout the woods

The windswept path clear of fall leaves 

New greens sprouting everywhere

Muffled sounds of fast cars and motorcycles in a distance

Me on a calm, quiet trail

I guess all are rejoicing in the spring and the sunshine

As we rush to see the sunset on the hill or the new dawn of day

About this poem: I hurry to the hill is a poem about a walk to the woods near sunset. It was also a day when the tulips in our yard were at the peak color and growth. Easter joy fresh on my mind. The Hill of Calvary could not hold Jesus's life in the ground but through his death and being raised to life meant new life for me! Fresh thoughts of so many years ago April 17th, 1982, when My Life, my sins, were washed clean and even now to this day and the sure hope of life eternal. - Joe Holuta

And I heard this worship song that sealed this beautiful walk and day!

Hill of Grace