Spring’s Rising

Falling again on

The art that

Resurrects this world,

Anew.

Our finitude

Confessing

Themselves.

‘letting go’, defined.

Trusting my tongue

with a breath

That retunes

My speech.

you contain me

In all this

resurrection.

How can I not

Come to life

witnessing your will?

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