Sacred Springtime

Published: Monday, 10 September 2012 Written by Shekina Moise

The dawn rains down new hope in its dew
And fresh is the springtime of a second chance
A soul lost sleeping wakes from slumber
To taste the triumph of a winter passed
A silent stretch then sitting still
Opens her eyes to the blossoming world
And sighs with a great relief, high
There the tallest, greenest trees boast
And the untoiled earth, then there awaits
The best of beauty when unblemished
And unmarked by error and regret
She looks on, famished
Standing now on shaky legs
And traverses her opportunity
Grateful for this golden world
That blesses new beginnings.

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