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Poetry

03/16/2016

Photo by Anne Wicks

 

Easter 

The frigid compress of winter
came in layers of ice
chilling one’s soul. 
And now, in the longed-for 
warmth of Spring, 
sitting in the garden
surrounded by fallen limbs,
surveying a hillside of brush
with spines forever crushed,
a cardinal fills the air
with the song of Easter
and a robin dances amidst
an astonishment of crocus
pushing up prodigiously
through the chaotic cover
of twigs and leaves —
sheaves of green
piercing the thawing earth
and opening delicate petals
of blue rebirth
as once again
the message bursts forth
from the tomb of death:
Life reigns!

By Tom Ryan, CSP