Then came soft showers to wake the dead terrain —
Marasmic brown long starved of summer’s green;
Ice frozen blank white vestiges remained
As jumbled wreckage strewn about the scene.
That Delphic curtain like a hope blessed shroud
Fair set to soon unveil a risen land,
To baptize every fallen miscreant dowd
That they repent and in salvation stand.
There to behold a living world reborn,
Sweet life praised forth from every hidden lair
Restored by sainted droplets dappled down
Upon that sullen earth, tear stained in prayer.
There from dark loam behold a lily white;
A promise pure of love’s unending light.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
