The Cycle Continues

©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson

I saw this brave little tree today,
pushing her way through a stump of wood.
She lifted my heart in such a way
that a rush of grief was held at bay,
yielded to truth and a greater good.

What seemed an ending was now less clear.
Death set its stage in the dried-up stump,
but a bright green sprig of hope and cheer
recast the scene in a light less drear,
giving my spirits a welcome bump.

No final tale should ever be told
of you or me, of tree or flower.
The cycle continues, brave and bold,
a promise secured in days of old.
All that dies shall arise by God’s power.

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“The perfect orchestration of the symphony of life is one of the Creator’s greatest and most beautiful miracles.”  – Suzy Kassem

If this poem resonates with you, you might also like “The Seasoning” and “All Is Well, or Will Be.” Find more poems about death and grieving here.

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