Sunday, April 8, 2012

"Like Wheat That Springeth Green"

Dawn over the roof next door.

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,
wheat that in darkness many days has lain;

Northeast dawn over the city.

love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

John Crum, Oxford Book of Carols, 1928
The ferns next door, coming up. Fiddleheads.

As we love to repeat all day, "He is risen! - He is risen indeed!"