Poems 85
A Spring Liturgy Rebecca Duke
Lament Ice coughs, snow sobs, A muddy melancholy. The earth groans, it would seem, A little more, as if Remembering She was once Paradise.
Assurance Hymns hang from the walls Like a tapestry, Feathered in light dusts of “Even so, swiftly come.� In services, we sing, Remembering We will see Paradise.