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Intermission

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

There comes a point,
halfway between the ashes and the lilies,
when you stop and ask yourself
“Just how did I get into this,
and where is it all headed?”
The world out there is coming home to life,
frigid earth is warming, greening,
leaning into light.
Why linger any longer in the wilderness?

Time to renew the vision,
lift the eyes, the mind, the praying heart
toward the dawning in the garden,
the absence, sudden-filled with presence
radiant at the vacant tomb,
the driftwood embers by the lake,
the wayside inn, the broken loaf,
the hands, the feet, the voice
that shapes the promise,
the life returned again and yet again.

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