In spite of winter and a sterile sky above,
bright wrinkles on the face of the pool
tell of life below the surface.
In a few weeks, a walk by the water's edge
will reveal clusters of frogspawn, tender
green shoots, and a flurry of wings.
But for now, we trust, like those who feel
the Spirit's moving, who willingly plunge
beneath the waves to rise again
a soul made new, emerging from winter's
burial to walk abroad in spring
on the resurrected earth.