resurrection

poem by Ruth Salles

Over the silence of lights out,
the night slowly spreads its dark cloak;
and there under it, far away
from the prying eyes of men,
she prepares the next and vehemently
bubbling water,
burst of plants,
awakening of souls.

And when she's gone
with a slight gesture lifting the shadow, unveiling life,
the day, still trembling, slips over the horizon,
and the sun comes up,
the brightening, flooding sun arises!
And in the order of time it is revealed
the eternal light
the eternal bloom!

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