Your Body

 Your Body is like first taste of spring;

as it enters the awaiting, growth finds its cling;

the roots sent forth begin to sprawl;

and within all hear Your whispered call.

Your Body is like lost love now sown,

where thorns of hatred have overgrown;

choking once where darkness crept,

now lit by the love of selfless Son spent.

Your Blood is like true laughing joy,

after years of sadness to it destroyed;

gloom that loomed where emptiness lie,

now washed and filled with sacrifice.

Your Blood is like the smell of storm,

where drought has rendered dust and scorn;

mighty rains sent forth quench absorbent earth;

to every inch it touches seeps rebirth.