by Gideon Burton
As waking, after long and troubled sleep;
as Spring, when cruel Winter once relents;
as thirst is answered well by drinking deep:
this little resurrection, to repent.
For as the Lord will raise us on that day,
assembling all our scattered, broken cells,
creating us again in every way,
yet better than our tiny tongues can tell--
So when we summon heaven, knee to floor,
confiding in his patience, seeking grace,
and yielding to the One who can do more
and will, when we accept his guiding trace--
Renewal comes, our spirits are released;
the darkness dims as we awake in peace.
Photo: flickr - Darrren Hester