Unfolding

(For Sarah’s 53rd birthday)

Deaths of loved ones, all the bones

rattle and the hum of hope,

bones in layers, buds open.

Heaven’s eye opens, He makes

breath enter bones, they come

to life, veins of advancement.

Where grass withers there is growth,

Sadness is wiped away, each

crisis chrysalis unfolds.

Our inheritance is Him.

Expulsion of death’s sting, the

counsels of the world’s Goodness.