Spring

The gospel teaches pain as a season...  
The winter concurs. Every winter  
 
I feel like a drop in the ocean--  
Damned a mortal lifetime--  
Depraved--made to break every fever  
And thirst and wait upon the Lord.  
 
Thawing out my frozen bones  
I stepped into the anticipation of spring;        mild and clear, my soul's dedication  
Tracing the leave's veins with my  
     thumb nail  
The sun on my neck, the ice underfoot  
A hidden verse for my heart alone  
 
In this changeling, solitude was necessary...
     happiness ...
In this morning, there was a prayer  
     arriving...
Chasing wisdom in sheets of rain