Friday, August 26, 2011

The Substance of Things Hoped For

                        by Jim Rapp

The Jonquil’s thrusting leaf
Forced the stone away,
Signaling a million sleeping, captive souls,
That winter’s tyranny, at last,
No longer holds their destiny.

The sun’s ascent – each day higher,
Each day warmer – flooding earth below
With life renewing, life affirming, warmth
Declares to those who entered sleep
With hope of such a rising,

“Death has lost its sting!
The Grave has lost its victory!
The sun and source of life has seized
The frigid keys of Death and Hell,
And set the pris’ners free.”

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