Too Far Gone?
Poem of starting over yet again
we thought perhaps
we had done too much
cutting back the wall-bound roses
earlier in the year when the cold
still touched all our world.
.
had we gone too far
wielding metallic shears
against the day’s chill air,
paring back life’s sparse hope
with each clip-clip stroke?
.
and yet, against all doubt
and lingering disbelief,
the bursting forth
one, then two, then all at once
life’s rebellious resurrection.
.
Love this, Will.
And sometimes we think He’s gone too far in our own necessary pruning!