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Awakening**1992I have slept the cold winter through, without my leaves, it seemed the best thing to do. I have never been anywhere, except where I was planted. My roots reach down in the earth that is granted. I wake slowly to the warmth of spring. My branches quiver with the new life the season will bring. I cannot speak to tell all I am here, but I quietly emerge through the cold, dark fear. My buds have burst open with joyous celebration. I am part of the miracle that shines all around. My beauty announces the peace of my presence, and I have been found. Romans 8:21 "…that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God". Susan Hebert Ajaz copyright 1992 poetrypublisher.com/sajaz |
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