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
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?