Culverts

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Without warning culverts swell with hope,

Meltwaters surge where ice and snow once reigned absolute.

All vestiges of Winter succumb to its vortex;

What is annihilates what has been,

Washes every trace of despair downstream.

Creeks crucify the cold,

Flotsam crosses carried on rippled muscles

As they re-enact the Passion.

Earth awakes,

Breaking from its tomb once again.

The God Who Built a Man Bridge

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The God who built a man-bridge

to span the miles between

where humanity’s design began,

and where Love intervened

sent Man-God down to frozen earth

to be the Son of Grace;

and so, my steps are firm and sure

as I cross in His place.