Light enters in and softly glows
On the mossy green promise
Of my soul
Darkness is dispelled
Instead, beams brighten
Nighttime's former realm
Seeds germinate to birth new life
The Petri dish of not yet risen ash
Reveals a Phoenix with promise of release
Shoots wriggle and hope pushes forth
Perfect Christfruit is sweetly borne
On limbs no longer bare
Pain's mystery now gives way to
Distant cries of triumph
That burst from yonder hills
Morning comes on softest angel's wings
Truly God waits on the edges
Of each darkest day
Monday, January 5, 2009
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