Poem April 19, 1982 Issue

I hear the upward run

CAROLINE SELLER DUNLAP

of sweet-sap springtime.
I hear it! I hear it
as I step out the door,
lift my head to listen more—
I hear
but not by mortal ear.
Sounds of spring
sing
spiritual awakening!
The forest spreads her lacy lattices
transparent in the sunlight, standing by,
and I
perceive the trees as symbols
of staunch and steadfast love
rising high
aspiring to sun and sky—
as I to light, in consciousness
of Christ.

CAROLINE SELLER DUNLAP

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