When days begin to lengthen
And buds like tightened fists relax,
Earth now moist and plowed
and seeded,
Gets down to business
growing things.
And buds like tightened fists relax,
Earth now moist and plowed
and seeded,
Gets down to business
growing things.
Then we yearn for Easter joy.
But somber Lent still lumbers on;
The tomb remains unopened;
Heaven’s time, we’d assumed
was in sync with earth’s,
But Christ commands His own arising!
By Sister Cordelia Gast
