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It was when he reached for her hand that her blushing began,
and he was never afraid, he never
pulled back,
from her shaking spirit
instead
embracing her until
the waves of fear passed away.
She surrendered
to his courage,
but they both surrendered really.
He never regretted his dedication
to her, instead he lived for her smile,
and for the chance
to hold her hand again.
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And the Lord God saw that His children were discouraged, divided
and some confused, so He spoke into the soil, breathed
into the air, and called forth the rain. And soon
hope came displayed in green plants, with daffodils,
tulips, and even the great chorus of azaleas.
And smiles returned to all the people,
so God saw that it was good,
it was very good indeed.
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As I sense the menacing gaze of the winter ghoul
refusing to yield
I walk against howling wind,
having seen the promise
of the cherry blossoms
so I walk now in the strength
and in the power of hope
that yes
there will be a spring
sometime
this year.
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We have always been strengthened by our fields of tulips blazing,
our vision restored
we bend our hope
towards the sun again.
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Father Sky, Mother Earth
an eternal love,
a yearly birth.
Spring redeems
her children.
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Only a few flakes swirl now, meandering towards the earth
as winter loses its battle, green shoots stand at attention,
while in the silence, the sun pulls away
the clouds,
and the last snowflake
melts on the petal
of a daffodil.
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In the springtime we are redeemed, aren’t we? Within the warm air
a flower teaches us rebirth, and a light rain
washes us, lifting our spirits
hopeful, we look forward
to the earth infusing
our poetry,
and art.
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