Turn around. Close your eyes. Forget.
Put your ear to the windowpane
And listen. Someone is saying:
"I make all things new again!
"I am the end and the beginning.
The bright, morning star!"
And look. New stems come up
From the dead roots,
Just like the water was turned into wine.
The days are getting longer than the nights.
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Author Notes
This is a simple little poem that I thought I would post for Easter, written probably around 30 years ago when I was returning to my faith. It is a poem that speaks of Jesus at work in the present, His spirit like the spirit of spring, renewing the world, and life, after winter, and death. Spring is a powerful metaphor of the resurrection, so I decided to title this March, that month when winter releases the power of spring, and rebirth. a time of change. estory
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