What’s this —
that up through February’s
cold, unknowing ground
pushes living-green,
sight unseen?
What profound knowledge
exists in this
bulb — shriveled, brown —
to stir itself awake,
shake off slumber so profound
and raise its head above the ground,
while winter wears her icy crown?
What’s this —
what declaration of pure faith
built into cold, hard earth
to show in seasons of despair
how all creation longs to share
the wondrous news,
to all who wait in sleep
in the abysmal deep,
that a Seed was sown
that transcends the cold,
and in God’s time will unfold
a plan majestically defined
to give them riotous rebirth
in resurrection life sublime?
Listen to the voice of God
that thrusts up through unyielding sod
to burst through winter’s iron hold
and raise new life out of the old!
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