Soulful Sundays: Resurrection

Gentle spring,

What gifts you bring,

To we who have been sleeping.

The wind and rain,

The truth and pain,

Of secrets we’ve been keeping.

With one sweet bloom,

You make the room,

For our eyes to open.

Though it might,

Sometimes bite,

What’s real cannot be broken.

The scar it burns,

The wheel it turns,

Everything remains in place.

From ashes comes,

Another son,

Our first and saving grace.

The return to man,

In his hands,

A chance to find direction.

It is at last,

Within grasp,

The power of resurrection.

When we aim up,

And fill our cup,

With the nectar of each day.

We co-create,

Our unique fate,

Together we will find the way.

I told you wrong,

I am not strong,

I am weak beyond all measure.

In knowing thus,

I must trust,

That is the greatest treasure.