IN
TIME AND SEASON
They
say that time will
cure the deepest
hurts,
And spring is
always just around
the bend,
But time it seems
has somehow
stopped for me,
And spring has not
emerged to help me
mend.
Oh lift me up,
soft, warming
breeze of spring,
Deliver me from
winter's glacial
chill;
Embrace me in your
convalescent arms,
Upon my heart let
reassurance spill.
Harsh arctic
blasts so long
have cut me down
And scourged my
soul into a grim
retreat;
I need salvation
of your soothing
breath,
Exalting me above
this dread defeat.
Arise, oh flower
of spring, and
bring me peace,
Revive my withered
will lest I should
die;
Enfold me in your
perfumed
renaissance,
And cover me with
brightness of your
sky.
Rejuvenator of the
dormant earth,
Restore my eyes to
see the shining
sun;
Uncap my ears to
hear the
meadowlarks
Sing sweet
refrains that
healing has begun.
Copyright © 1996
Ruth Gillis
"In
Time And
Season"
received a First
Place Award in the
Spring 1997 issue
of The
Candlelight Poetry
Journal.
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