{"id":1384,"date":"2008-03-20T13:28:43","date_gmt":"2008-03-20T21:28:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/?p=1384"},"modified":"2008-03-20T13:28:43","modified_gmt":"2008-03-20T21:28:43","slug":"resurrection","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2008\/03\/resurrection\/","title":{"rendered":"Resurrection!"},"content":{"rendered":"

“While it is alive
\nUntil Death touches it
\nWhile it and I lap one Air
\nDwell in one Blood
\nUnder one Sacrament
\nShow me Division can split or pare –<\/p>\n

Love is like Life – merely longer
\nLove is like Death, during the Grave
\nLove is the Fellow of the Resurrection
\nScooping up the Dust and chanting ‘Live’!”<\/p>\n

~Emily Dickinson<\/p>\n

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“The Resurrection fern gets its name because it can survive long periods of drought by curling up its fronds and appearing desiccated, grey-brown and dead. However, when just a little water is present, the fern will uncurl and reopen, appearing to “resurrect” and restoring itself to a vivid green color. It has been estimated that these plants could go 100 years without water and still revive after a single soaking.” ~Wikipedia<\/p>\n

My Memama has a log with the Resurrection Fern growing on it. I always felt comforted looking at it after it rained.<\/p>\n

It spoke promises after every storm.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

“Morning kisses me awake –
\nI am aware – of Love –
\nAnd Dream’s wake –
\nHaunting – from Above.<\/p>\n

There was a face –
\nFrom someone’s childhood –
\nDear – somehow – erased –
\nEmbrace Him – if I could.
\nThere was a Stage –
\nSimulated Reality –
\nHe was back of it – a cage –
\nOf Curtains – Immortality.
\nThere was a Play –
\nEaster Morning –
\nI came in after Calvary –
\nBefore the Angel’s greeting.
\nThey led me back to Him –
\nHe smiled at me –
\nAnd I ran to Him –
\nWe were laughing.
\nHe picked me up – so easily!
\nAnd swung me around –
\nAs if I were a little girl –
\nThis womanhood – unfound.
\nThen – I woke – smiling –
\nBanished from that blessed Sheol –
\nRemembering – singing – waiting…
\nFor the Resurrection!”<\/p>\n

V.S.N.
\n4.29.01<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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