The all life certainty

ANOTHER SPRING

Shriveled, faded, forsaken,
still she smiled; but at
the end my faith was shaken.
The stigma disease had
taken my friend--and
she without sin.

Shivering within at the
cruel injustice, walking
the cold, bleak landscape
symbolic of my life
without her, I fell to
my knees in dried-dead
weeds and dirty snow,
crying... "Oh God,
I need to know that
she will live again.

And then ... peeking from
the mud, pushing through
in that very hour, barely
visible beneath a brittle
stock that, too, was once
a flower... a tiny feathery
leaf of new-born green.

Doubt curtain lifting,
frosted heart melting,
my mind stopped churning.
Through misty eyes His
promise seen. I was
suddenly as certain
as of another spring!

-- Delma Luben