Let us remember Spring will come again
To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees
Wait with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain,
Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze,
Sure of the sun, and even as to these
Surely the Spring, when God shall please,
Will come again like a divine surprise
To those who sit today with their great Dead, hands in their hands
Eyes in their eyes
At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things
And changing skies.
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Does it not apply to the present times in countries war torn and with civil strifes? When spring comes to one of such lands after a long time, it ends in other countries, and again for years we wait for the spring and good times to return there but then it starts somewhere else again, thus a never ending cycle of tragedy, sadness, loss......
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i think this was so sad
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thisa poem amazed me
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