Resurrectionby Mary Ann Bernard
Long, long, long ago; Way before this winter's snow First fell upon these weathered fields; I used to sit and watch and feel And dream of how the spring would be, When through the winter's stormy seaShe'd raise her green and growing head, Her warmth would resurrect the dead.
Long before this winter's snow I dreamt of this day's sunny glow And thought somehow my pain would pass With winter's pain, and peace like grass Would simply grow. The pain's not gone. It's still as cold and hard and long As lonely pain has ever been, It cuts so deep and far within.
Long before this winter's snow I ran from pain, looked high and low For some fast way to get around Its hurt and cold. I'd have found, If I had looked at what was there, That things don't follow fast or fair. That life goes on, and times do change, And grass does grow despite life's pains.
Long before this winter's snow I thought that this day's sunny glow, The smiling children and growing things And flowers bright were brought by spring. Now, I know the sun does shine, That children smile, and from the dark, cold, grime A flower comes. It groans, yet sings, And through its pain, its peace begins.
May you have a blessed Monday on this Holy Week.