Through the fog of the season between-
Between Christmas and Easter
Between birth and rebirth
Between looking back and looking forward...
Waiting through the gray cold of hidden preparation
Our souls hibernating
Our bodies sleepwalking,
Waiting for that day when the Spirit
Enters this stale air and
Makes it come alive,
When sun melds with breeze and
Turns it warm and living,
When Holy Spirit blows the wind of hope
To wake us
To thaw the world,
When our hearts pump sunlight
Through frosted veins.
You gave us life
We laid it down for you
We wait
Now raise the dead.
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