There was a time when hope was in vain
It never ceased to freeze and rain
Sleet turned to ice and then back again
The barren womb of Winter lay
Forgotten by flower
Untouched by sun's ray
The bare branch blew
Day after grey day
Then the season shifted
Certain changes came
The shelving of rich hearthside legends
The talk of many a muffled walk
Like the sap which surges through stem and stalk.
Like a sign of life
The sun shone that day
An emblem of the everlasting
Lambs leaping at your coming
The Lark signing its skyward longing.
With face as yet unseen
This spring-child comes
Yet we hear his heartbeat like distant drums
And though the hope of many dies
We face the day with faith filled eyes.
Joe Morriss
March 2008
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