We Doubting Thomases

by

Joris John Heise

In January, crusts of ice coat dirt--
The ground lacks life, lacks growth—all hope lies hurt.

The bitterness of utter cold defeat
Complains all life is January cheat—

Flags failure of our wayward feet to gain--
To pass--that point where hope might taper pain.

But then comes in an April waft of wind—
Comes breathing in, with visions in the mind

Of jabs transformed to truth, to savored peace;
Forgiven errors end. Bound heart-doubts cease.

Our Thomas-hands grope hope in signs and words—
Sense Sons of Men unlock absurd sealed doors--

They open gold, good, great and wondrous feats—
Spring Spreads. Ground Grows. Life Returns. God greets.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at A True Friend Of Nature
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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