Trees turned up-side-down

bare roots buried in the sky

all growth frozen in ground

paralyzed by an endless season

hope is locked in guilt

love carefully

perfectly

guarded by confusing shame.

Darker than the longest winter night

In his untrusted hands

Christ holds new life

Ask him to light the way.

The cold grace of winter

lasts as long as you refuse.

Spring redeems winter

buds return the tree roots

to their proper place

light and life unveil grace

once again for the first time.