Life Particles of Light

In Spring, I become a Poet

March 28, 2016

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It is true,

Winter feels like a sentence of death upon my soul.

I watch the earth go to sleep, I think of the death that is necessary for life to come.

And I wait.  I wait. I pine. I wait.

The earth thaws. It sighs, it shifts.

And then, just as the fullness of hope comes in the Resurrection,

so does a new breath of life come when the earth bursts forth into green.

I sigh, I shift.

I realize that death is necessary for life, that winter–cold and dark–makes spring so sweet.

I am a child resurrected, a child of the spring.


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