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The Season of Re-birth
Apr 20, 2021
Wela died on Good Friday.
Outside the snow melted
the ground, ripe for new beginnings
birds sing their welcome song
in the garden, bulbs bloom
daffodils burst forth
stems stretch towards the sun
an invitation to rise again
Inside we pray, a novena
for holy resurrection
but wela isn’t Jesus
Still, life goes on
without our loved one
and I wonder the irony
of dying in the season of rebirth.
©2021, Nancy A. Ruffin. All rights reserved.
