Poem April 13, 1963 Issue

THE HEALING SPRING

William Aubert Luce

The southern rains came gently to our land
Last night, and I could hear the rippling flow
Of winter melting in the darkness, fanned
And warmed by April winds across the snow.
The temporal enchantment of the flesh
Hides only winter bleakness, gray with grief,
Whose unreal pleasures deaden and enmesh
The mind in frozen patterns of belief;
While Christ's redemptive spring can tenderly
Subdue the world with rains that heal and bless,
Can crack the crystal glaze of falsity
With genial winds of love and godliness.
And, oh, the April stirrings to be felt—
That all the heart's obdurate sins may melt!

William Aubert Luce

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