Spring is coming


Their voices shatter my window… my only window

 crush seedlings gathered from seasons past…


where they once sat

 goblins hiss …constellations miss

gardening gloves rent

sky gardens of moon and stars and frosty Mars 

grimace …

 kicked in caverns…. my Jack o’ lantern face


is there no reflection of beauty for me

Glasses to  shield the  pain?

Hear oh heaven… a daughter fallen…

For I am…undone


Who am I to paint skies with memories of winter’s rain…iridescent sparklings , and leprechan harplings …rainbows beyond my reach?

There is no money to buy these things


If hope were to speak for me what would she say?  To come again another day?  Like rain I am driven… far from her grace…Believing in heaven is  Queen Anne’s Lace…gone… gone from my seasons… gone in haste…If faith is my salvation then all is waste


I bring nothing to you Sir Savior, Sir King,

If you are there you won’t hear me sing

Not lifted but beaten by angel’s wings

Who am I that you would hear me?  

I. Have. Nothing.  ….. i am nothing


“You who have no money, come buy and eat.”

But  I cannot even lift my spoon…

Then I will feed you…

“…for behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.  The flowers appear on the earth.  The time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.”

Can  you feel it?  Can you hear it?  People of God…this… is ….your King…  He will bring your spring… and you can put a ring on that…:)



















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