Love Song
Sweep the house clean,
hang fresh curtains
in the windows
put on a new dress
and come with me!
The elm is scattering
its little loaves
of sweet smells
from a white sky!
Who shall hear of us
in the time to come?
Let him say there was
a burst of fragrance
from black branches.
-- William Carlos Williams
I love this poem...the last stanza especially speaks to me. I want the fragrance of Christ to burst forth from my frail, lifeless branches in such a way that others will recognize that God is gloriously at work in and through me. After winter comes spring!
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