In the Heart of Winter

in the heart of winter
bloom pale blossoms
on barren arms
lifted towards the heavens in
exaltation, of a God
who in the midst
of desolation, and despair,
saw fit to
awaken all that is
good and beautiful lying
dormant within its soil, made
rich, by the tears of the One who
wept for the death of a friend
who yes, like hope was
resurrected, and by NAME called
forth from desperate barren
tomb, by that same One,
who for him wept
tears, that made hope blossom
from barren arms
lifted towards the heavens
in exaltation, of a God
who in the midst of our
winter gives to us
the promise
of Spring