Saturday, March 20, 2010

A Better Resurrection

[an excerpt; for the end of Lent & Easter] 

I have no wit, no words, no tears; 
My heart within me like a stone 
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears; 
Look right, look left, I dwell alone; 
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief 
No everlasting hills I see; 
My life is in the falling leaf
O Jesus, quicken me. 

My life is like a faded leaf
My harvest dwindled to a husk: 
Truly my life is void and brief 
And tedious in the barren dusk; 
My life is like a frozen thing, 
No bud nor greenness can I see: 
Yet rise it shall--the sap of Spring; 
O Jesus, rise in me. ---Christina Rossetti