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Awakening**1992 I 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
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