Rose Again & Again

The resurrection flower

that I had held

in the Palm

like a crown

of thorns

from my

Savior & Lord

is watered now

This is not our last

tear I shed...

No, we will rain and

pour into Life again.

My Rose of Jericho

dormant not dead

And as its fronds

yield & unbend...

from the desiccant left,

Corners turn verdant, yet

and we are Weeping...

we are weeping well.