Revival Time
Enrapture me, sweet radiance of beams.
As April takes her leave, I now implore
you. Fall upon me amber as in dreams
you came to me when cold was at my door.
Anoint me, oh sun, with rays of gold.
With spring’s arrival I’ve been made as clean
as drifts of peaceful clouds that heavens hold;
rinsed hopeful as the earth arrayed in green.
I walk midst meadow flowers, face upturned
as warmth like honey pours onto my skin.
The mirthless months are gone! My spirit yearned
for a rebirth, so now I take you in.
My only sin- neath winter’s pall I pined
with flagging faith for sacrament of sunshine.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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