Spring Sermon . . . . Life's Lessons

April 08, 1993|By Edwina Sherudi, from "Sonnets From a Maryland Suburb"

There must be something in this endless tale

Of winter's dying and the spring's rebirth

That's meant to teach what plainly must prevail

In life as surely as it does on Earth;

There must be some great moral to deduce

From this repeated parable God speaks,

A moral that, however much obtuse,

Is still the answer Man forever seeks.

But year on year goes by and still we grope

In feeble, frantic faithlessness and fear,

As if we were oblivious of hope,

As if there did not sound within our ear

The lovely echo of an old, old thing;

This wondrous promise told again each spring.

So many little deaths along life's way!

So many little tragedies that taste

Amid the common fare of everyday

Of bitterness and loneliness and waste;

So many, many times when with scarce show

Of burial or eulogy or sighs --

Perhaps just inward wincing at the blow --

We turn away as still the next thing dies.

It may be one good friend, no longer known,

A loved one in dissension cast aside,

A hope that withered when it should have grown,

An old belief, once cherished, now denied.

So many little deaths that wound and stun

And leave us closer to the final one.

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