Spring
What is this thing?
This time of year
We call spring
Living
in the Northern
Hemisphere
Dying
in the Southern
We are reminded of life's fragile chord
In this year of our Risen Lord
The Passion Vine, when in bloom
tells the story of His doom
Creator of all and this sphere
Pierced with thorn, nail, and spear
What is this thing?
Faith that He rose
I call it Spring
The thorn and it's sting
The Earth and it's rose
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