A Springtime People

When my friend Nancy, an award-winning poet, died a few years ago, her family found the following unpublished poem stuffed in her Holy Bible.

Let us feel you on our pulses

and in our breathing

and convince us in our very bodies

that we live and die

in the hollow of your hand.

Release now these mute longings

hidden in our hearts

to join the early morning bird song

singing green beginnings

and multicolored hopes

for you are shaking us and

shaping us into

a springtime people

with Easter in our eyes.  

~ Nancy Frost Rouse