the tulips have barely brought blossom,
another spring without beginning,
another winter without forgiveness,
yeshuah in the dark earth,
is the peace of g-d descending?
another place with no story,
how deep do these blades of grass shutter,
into the flesh of mortals,
a slow reaping of sorrow.
where is the g-d today?
where is the sun today?
still no grace to the cold of tomorrow,
i breathe the memory, a lightening lung,
the silence still humility.
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