At Winters End
Rise Up
ryes on the rise
with soothing flours
and Spring flowers
Rise Up
with handfuls
of caraway seeds
at Winters End
all your cares will cease
Rise up
ryes on the rise
the aroma of sunrise
the butter
on your bread
Rise up
to toast and jam
dancing
through your mourning
for scripture says
Joy cometh in the morning
Rise up and kneel
before the King
ryes on the rise
with resurrected flowers
medallions of
daffodils, lilies and a memory stone
the heavy plank of death
rolled ‘way by chosen angels
Rise up
to a day reborn
beauty from ashes
blind eyes opened by faith
ryes on the rise
molasses-colorized
rose-colored glasses
not a lie
God cannot lie
Rise up
raise palms straight to the skies
Taste and see that the Lord is good
I’ll take a bite now
with thanksgiving
the whole loaf will last
forever and ever
opposite of
til death do you part
I will join the holy throng
as a seed planted
in eternal Spring
Rise up, y’all
meet the King of kings
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