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Jesus' last Spring befoe his death.

A Jerusalem Spring

by William Stephenson1

The earth is giving birth again,

and it is Springtime.

Trees burst into bloom,

And the air

has become warm and sweet,

as if God was breathing on me again,

as God did on that first morning of the world.

But it is hard to turn my thoughts

to death and dying

during Springtime,

and meditate on the meaning

of the cross.

It is painful to think of Jesus,

who loved this life

as few ever had.

Being confronted with dying

just when the hills

were alive with flowers.

I think of Jesus

breathing once more

the fragrance of Spring

before he dies.

I remember all this,

and deep in the depths of my soul

I know this Man spoke

for all the love

I have always longed for,

But not enough to give

my trust to.

I know this Man

spoke for all the truth

I have always wanted to hear

but not enough to live by.

O God,

let the winter-time

of my despair dissolve,

that I may stand once more

beneath his cross

and breathe his promise.

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2024

This week we celebrate the beginning of Spring followed by Palm Sunday. A very rare
combination. Many of my poems were written with one of my patients. For this poem, Bill L. helped me write this poem. He was just 26 when he died of AIDS. Thank you, Bill, for helping me write this poem in the midst of your passion.

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Jesus' last Spring befoe his death.

A Jerusalem Spring

by William Stephenson1

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