Lenten Lament #74
a lonely place
browned over in last year’s harvest
whitened in the covering snows
of forced resting
life hidden so deep
the surface like death
brittle cold fragile
in the dark
wondering if life
is possible again
death seems so…
forever.
and then the
smallest sign of swell in the buds
the hint of fresh in the air
a flash of robin red against the dull
a hairline fracture in the mud
suggesting something
pushing toward light
from darkened life
long nights give way
to equal light
make way for this
liminal moment of
greening signaling
life triumphs
again.
for those who wait
for those who watch
for those who remember
days of faithfulness
in nights of despair.
