A poem of beauty shared with me recently (I did not write it, though wish I did):
A Springtime Prayer
We look down on all that is
Broken, stifled, worn
And see the huddled embryonic seed
Afraid of letting go
Unable to become
Until . . .
The sky opens
The rain soaks the waiting earth
The sun warms the possibilities within
And we see once again
That which feels new each year
The entire earth proclaims
Our resurrection!
The Sun looks on us with conviction
We are not meant for barrenness
That was only preparation
Our names are lush, verdant, growing
Our spirits push out
Away from these earthen caskets
We reach
We blossom
We drink the rain
And claim the Sun's rays for our lives
The entire earth proclaims
Our resurrection!
Our strength surprises us
Growing in shadows
Winding between the weeds
Nothing can stop our becoming for
The entire earth proclaims
Our resurrection!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
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