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Spring – Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Spring - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti Frost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots? Tips of tender green, Leaf, or blade, or sheath; Telling of the hidden life That...
The First Spring Day – Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
The First Spring Day - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing, robin, sing; I still am sore in doubt...
Sonnet 98 by Shakespeare
Because it is Spring, and April is National Poetry Month... Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of...
A Moment Between
Freshly picked Destinies Emerge from unfolding past Converge momentarily-- Future breaks fertile. . .
Shadows
Shadows Words fall like mist upon morning; awaken the dust, soak dry bones. I wipe off dew and see that you have left your prints on my flesh. I am no longer a ghost; I move like wind, seek quiet shadows, and translate their words...
Somewhere, Winter is Dying
Somewhere, winter is dying Winter is dying somewhere We know it is time. The apple barrel is nearly empty And I am no longer muffled by the snow. I am not sure what to do when spring comes; will I know where to step, will I sink in the grass or stand...
Pouring
Pouring chords in the wind float fill the soul words and notes drown empty spaces soak like nothing else a dry, withering, empty, cracked ground needs water, replenishing, a pouring to sprout shoots, seedlings, full with the promise of fruit, and...
Waiting
Waiting White bell-shaped blooms bend slightly Paying homage to depths beneath Crisp grass forged upward Through a deep darkness By a cataclysmic split Of a tiny seed The ground brims With tiny creatures wiggling Rummaging about the vastness Of open space, displaced...
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded Author (attributed to)- Bernard of Clairvaux; Translator from Latin to German - Paul Gerhardt; Translator into English - James W. Alexander (1830) Tune: PASSION CHORALE (Hassler) O sacred Head, now wounded with grief and shame weighed down,...
“What Will a Life Magnify?”
"What Will a Life Magnify?" As he walked to calvary, as people spat and spurned, did Jesus continue to give thanks to God the father? When he was so greatly burdened, bowed down with the heavy load, bruised, agonizing, and all he could see were the dusty feet of those...
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