A Spring Liturgy

A Spring Liturgy

Rebecca Duke

Lament

Ice coughs, snow sobs, A muddy melancholy. The earth groans, it would seem, A little more, as if Remembering She was once Paradise.

Assurance

Hymns hang from the walls Like a tapestry, Feathered in light dusts of “Even so, swiftly come.” In services, we sing, Remembering We will see Paradise.