XV.
What cracks the husk
so that hope pushes its green head
up to the light,
and frail threads wend downward
to mine the rich dark decay
of yesterday’s life?
K. Ashby
Previously:
Holy Week: Nature Tells the Truth
pursuing the writing life in still, small moments
XV.
What cracks the husk
so that hope pushes its green head
up to the light,
and frail threads wend downward
to mine the rich dark decay
of yesterday’s life?
K. Ashby
Previously:
Holy Week: Nature Tells the Truth
2 thoughts on “Holy Week: Perfect Love”