Why after spring,
after being quickened and taught
to sing,
knowing He has taken our
death and made us green and growing,
why would we go back to
winter
so willingly,
and drop so soon our little
leaves and stems and fine new fruit
with so much promise,
as if the sun had never shone
upon us,
living water never washed our
skin?
Why do we hide again our
heads and bury deep our souls
in the killing frost of sin?
