We laid the past to rest,

down in the dirt,

buried deep,

thinking—hoping—it was

the end.

But then the flowers grew—

memories in bloom

across the grass—

a portrait of life

with not a hint of loss.

Spring casts these foreshadows—

the curse lifted,

the tears gone,

the work of God’s fingers

making all things new.


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