The miracle

Snowdrops and Celtic cross

Thy love, my God, the eternal spring,

the source of hope –

the inexhaustible well.

The  purple crocus blooms imperial;

from the cold winter earth

it bursts, my God, resplendent

into Thy light.

To witness the birth

of an unfolding flower,

is drama, is mystery, is Thy power transcendent.

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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