to cease, slide
disappear beneath the surface
only returning to whence it came
changing states
solidify, thaw, solidify,
thaw
and to remain
part of this vast mercy once again
not singular or temporary, but
unceasing.
It is time to return, to
yield again
to what is fixed
to Who is true.
The sun may hide itself for a while—
warmth be forgotten—
but its endurance remains.
Light after darkness
hope after mourning
spring after winter...
once again, all things renewed.