Spring by Tom Harding

I have forgotten myself
And my words. Kiss
Me in my weakness
The winds are changing,
My heart has hardened
With age, I’m undone

By a gentle breeze.
I’m a fool now spring
Has come. My heart is
Like an open book;
A child’s letter to
God. The flowers leave

Me weeping bright tears,
The birds and breeze
Open my heart as
Petals to the heat
The old chains of thought
Now lay down their arms

My heart is wrestled
Away from itself
The lord begins to
Sing in the hour when
Spring finally arrives
I walk down the path

And breathe in the dew
Where morning glories
Begin to open,
Cold and shivering,
Without a shadow
To support them.

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