“While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare -
Love is like Life – merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting ‘Live’!”
~Emily Dickinson
“The Resurrection fern gets its name because it can survive long periods of drought by curling up its fronds and appearing desiccated, grey-brown and dead. However, when just a little water is present, the fern will uncurl and reopen, appearing to “resurrect” and restoring itself to a vivid green color. It has been estimated that these plants could go 100 years without water and still revive after a single soaking.” ~Wikipedia
My Memama has a log with the Resurrection Fern growing on it. I always felt comforted looking at it after it rained.
It spoke promises after every storm.
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“Morning kisses me awake -
I am aware – of Love -
And Dream’s wake -
Haunting – from Above.
There was a face -
From someone’s childhood -
Dear – somehow – erased -
Embrace Him – if I could.
There was a Stage -
Simulated Reality -
He was back of it – a cage -
Of Curtains – Immortality.
There was a Play -
Easter Morning -
I came in after Calvary -
Before the Angel’s greeting.
They led me back to Him -
He smiled at me -
And I ran to Him -
We were laughing.
He picked me up – so easily!
And swung me around -
As if I were a little girl -
This womanhood – unfound.
Then – I woke – smiling -
Banished from that blessed Sheol -
Remembering – singing – waiting…
For the Resurrection!”
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