Vernal Equinox (for Sarah and Tom)

Oh, Today

 

The long-awaited thing.

We laid you down in autumn

When the world was falling cold

Beyond the hope of spring.

 

You were given to the snows

Buried only with the hope

That the hand that turns the spheres

Would spin for us an equinox

 

And would complete that circuit

That would send the lightning down

To strike your still, surrendered heart

And set it once again to race.

 

Today is a seed

That has slept its season

Today the buried thing breaks free,

To roar up resurrected

 

And raise above the winter world

The budding banner of itself

That lives and dies and lives again

For the healing of the nations.


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