The Herald
by
Rev. Lonnie C. Crowe
Heralding the equinox,
The crocus wakens,
Stretches to shake its numbness,
And awaits the warmth of sprouting time.
Then nudging the softening earth,
Pushing aside the rimey loam,
Sensing the promise of the Spring,
Thrusts its purple through.
Heralding eternity,
We, too, shall waken,
And nudging aside the loamy earth,
Thrust through
To meet the Son.
