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The grass has turned green again 
Parachuting life in our wounded hearts 
Grass buried underground for decades 
Is sprouting from the root once more
Blades standing tall and strong 
Embracing the hopeless ones. 

I heard a tiny whisper and then
These words from an old hymn
Enunciated repeatedly in my ears
“Hold on to God’s unchanging hands
Build your hopes on things eternal
Hold on to God’s unchanging hands”

I got out of bed and looked around
but no one was there. 
The words resonated louder and louder
forcing me to silently hum the tune 
And join the mystical voices in the room.

The words were powerful and clear 
I’ve waited more than ten years to hear
It was divine sacred and comforting and embodied
a message that was extremely empowering. 
So I braved the eternal morning 
And sang those words aloud in the open air.

I walked merrily along the path in early morning 
breathing fresh air and singing this old hymn from 
the depth of my heart.
Never before had I felt so much peace
It’s as if something more powerful than 
I could imagine was leading and guiding me
For the first time I felt the universe in total harmony.

Something was overflowing inside me
The stains were washed away and abundance
was flowing my way, I could feel it,
I could smell it and I could taste it.
 
I have just uprooted a giant hindrance
That has been suffocating and blocking
my prosperous flow of energy
and replaced it permanently with a brand new day.
The wind cannot overturn it, the water cannot
damage it and mankind cannot touch it.
it is permissible, honorable and boundless.

I could hear happy chirping birds from afar
Reminding me that winter has packed up and gone
The fresh smell of blooming flowers 
circulating through the atmosphere 
Uniting people together far and near.

The flowers were amidst this tasteful bliss
Entertaining the singing birds as they linger
around the glorious buds injecting new hope in life
once more. 

I watched the earth soaked up the bruises 
The green grass engulfed the pain
and devoured all the shame.

I felt an untouchable exhilaration resting upon me
I experienced a joy that was unspeakable
It’s a joy that is noticeable; it’s a joy that is lasting.

Open your windows wide haven’t you noticed?
The grass has suddenly turned green again.

                                                                  ©2015 Christine Phillips
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