Last Updated on : Saturday, October 11, 2014
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Chapter 11The Resurrection Tree (Poem) |
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The naked, sleeping almond tree With dark limbs spread Against swift wind clouds riding free High overhead, Speaks of the wintry night of death In earth's full womb, Where saints devoid of living breath Sleep in the tomb.
But soon the songbirds' melody Proclaiming spring, Awakes the sleeping almond tree And blossoming, it deeply breathes crisp fragrant sir, And leaves appear. Soon petals fall from blossom fair The fruit is near.
Bare almond tree, the first of trees To hear the sound Of herald spirit in the breeze, And in the ground, Speaks of the day when from the dust Each sleeping saint Wiii rise - the faithless and the just Fearless or faint
Spring comes, and nature's lessons tell That longing Bride That her beloved soon will quell, Death's constant tide. "Come forth, my love, my sister spouse," His voice is dear, "A gem to grace my Father's House The day is near."
Each day i look for swelling bud, As winter dies, For first faint pink of almond bud 'Gainst azure skies. lt tells me to await my Lord. So eagerly, And rip'ning fruit will health afford Eternally. Sis. B. Flint.
Every resurrected saint will be a dewdrop Sparkling in the star-like glory of a divine refraction Eureka
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