I thought I knew how to lovebecause I rejoiced when they rejoicedbut I never knew how to loveuntil I’d mourned when they had mourned
{blossoms}
the sidewalk is scattered in cherry tree blossomslovely, and gentle, they gracefully fallthe magnolias bloom a bashful blush pinkthe crabapples flame in a sunset rosecaught up in the scent of the dogwoods and plum treesi wander and wonder which one is like youfiery or gentlebashful or bravebold or demureflighty or stillsoon I will meet yousoon …
{sonnet ten}
sunshine on skinthat was beaten and torna brow lifted to heaventhat had held a crown of thorns Jesus steps out of the tombhis chest rises and fallshe has drank the cup of wrathhe has sufferered once, for all tears fall from his eyesand he smiles towards the skybecause of what he’s donethe ones he loves …
{sonnet nine}
gentle saviorhe suffered longfor the sins of manthough he did no wrong compassionate kingwith tender eyeswho came for his peoplehis bride, his prize foretold long agoby prophets of oldhe rescued us fromthe darkness and cold he came to diehe came to saveand like the spring he’ll come backyes he’ll come like the rain so lift …
{sonnet eight}
rise to greet the morning,step out into the sunstretch your arms up to the heavensthere is grace for everyone see the grass and flowers blossomas the rain comes pouring downdon your boots and jump in the puddlesfor by darkness and storm we abound stop and listen to the goldfinchthe swallows, the robins, the wrenseach born …