Spring is hidden there
Deep beneath the ice
In depths never charted
In a way the pond does not know
Spring is here.
Spring is hidden there.
In the marrow of the sleeping tree trunks
In the cold silence
That does not expect to flow again
Spring is here.
Spring is hidden there.
In each blade of grass
Brownish gray
Unbending unconscious unnoticed
Spring is here.
Spring is hidden there.
Deep in our hearts
Beneath the scar tissue of
Unspoken loves
Failed dreams
Angry words
Dessicated sin
Denied vulnerability
Spring is here.
Spring is hidden there.
In this week’s ashes
Blackened and cold
Dead and gone
In mortality embraced
And repentance renewed
Spring is here.
~ JPM 2/12/18
Thank you, John, for a timely, hope-filled reflection.
Thank you! Have a good beginning to Lent tomorrow!