Let us remember Spring will come again
To the scorched blackened woods, where the wounded trees
Wait, with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain,
Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send it's healing breeze,
Sure of the sun. And even as to these
Surely the Spring, when God shall please,
Will come again like a divine surprise
To those who sit today...
At one with love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things and changing skies.
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