Like a buried crocus
casting off winter's heavy cloak,
she pushes through frozen layers
of slumber and darkness,
to a world held hostage
"I give you a gift!"
if it will be noticed,
if it will be received.
that fragile flower,
emerges from death's embrace
and offers to dance for a season
with all who will take her hand,
to dance for eternity
with all who will receive her gift.
(Inspired by I Corinthians 15:55 ~ O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?)