SPRING WILL COME

 

frozen limbs

bending under the weight of snow

but with spring’s warmth

they will bud, blossom and grow

 

 

winter now

but spring will come

 

 

like all of nature

we have seasons too

while in the dead of winter

it is hard to bring spring to view

 

 

though now bent

your world torn apart

time and the Healer’s help

can mend the broken heart

 

 

winter now

but spring will come

 

 

the innocent are hurt

not their fault they feel the pain

the Savior’s blood was shed

to make them whole again

 

 

so weep if you will

there is no shame in your tears

for tears shed now

can water the seeds of happy years

 

 

the passion of your pain

amid betrayal, anger, and loss

spawns a torrent of emotion

that will one day be as dross

 

 

winter now

but spring will come

 

 

there is life yet to live

which may seem so lifeless now

but dark days will become brighter

and the pain will ease somehow

 

 

for there are those who love you 

on both sides of the veil

not the least of which is Christ

who for you and yours did travail

 

 

He will not leave you comfortless

to bear your cross alone

for He knows your weight

He bore it to atone

 

I

so when the landscape of life

appears so frozen and bleak

think of that empty tomb

it is the season of spring you seek

 

 

and most assuredly

spring will come!

 

This was one of my first poems.  A woman with whom I worked was devastated when her husband confessed infidelity and subsequently left her and her two small children.  She was so emotionally broken that I wanted to help.  I didn’t know how to help so I wrote this poem for her.