Joy In the Emptiness
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Where once a caterpillar ceased to crawl
knit into a temporary tomb
a chrysalis shell now lies, empty, broken
observed from above
by the butterfly, now set free
Where once a pine cone lay on the topsoil
awaiting a crucible of fire
tested and tried, but not to perish
releasing its seeds by the wildfire's heat
a burnt shell now lies, empty, broken
observed from above
by the new pine tree, with uplifted branches
Where once a tomb held a broken and torn body
stricken, smitten, and afflicted
awaiting the promise from on high
the disciples gape at the rolled away stone
"He is not here, He is risen!"
saints and angels rejoice in God's master plan
There is joy in the emptiness
//certain pinecone varieties only release their seeds from the heat of a forest fire, ensuring the repopulation of trees after a devastating wildfire.//
Written 10 Apr 2022
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2022
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