An Infant Resurrection
An Infant Resurrection
Sharon Rhyne
Every day He strides forth,
Even in Winter, when Western winds blow
Across her infant grave until her chilled waiting
Ends, and, called forth, she joins the race toward home,
Breaks free laughing, a Son of the East,
And having tasted Earth's sorrows and joys, she drinks
From the bright Joy of joys,
As Iām certain will we.
Sharon Rhyne
Wife & Mother
Sharon is a beginner poet, seasoned gardener, baker, and educator who seeks to "find enjoyment in all her toils under the sun the few days of her life that God has given her." You can read more from her at https://hiswings914.blogspot.com/?m=1
Photography by Lena Polishko
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