Thursday, March 10, 2011

Poem: Somewhere Underneath

Somewhere Underneath

Somewhere underneath
the snow,
there is life,
no matter how hard the winter,
no matter how long,
it waits
for it's moment to erupt
to break loose
from it's white coffin,
to become color,
some winters are everlasting
you have the courage,
and the strength
to dig
muscles straining,
to find the ground
and free it,
to find ground and say
to it,
here, is the sun,
For leaving it to
nature, to fate,
to the seasons
often means death,
not of the flowers,
but of your own soul.
So dig. Now.
Trust the sun you cannot see.
Trust the God you cannot hear.
Dig. Now.
Lest your soul dies
and misses
God's persistent spring.


The picture was taken behind my house, here in Vermont where we are having the deepest winter in 43 years. You can click on it for a larger version.


1 comment:

Leonora said...

The deepest winter in 43 years! Vermont was waiting for you to arrive to make its big impression : )