thaw
Naomi Kim
sap still stirs within
roots curled deep into dirt
like fingers scraping at bedrock
clinging to the thin winter-starved branches
are droplets of water
like pearls lined on a bracelet:
God’s gift to this gray rainy day
awake me, O Lord
breathe Your light
upon my dormant soul, that
i may open my eyes, blinking ice
from winter-crusted lashes,
and like a bulb buried deep,
press towards the uppermost layer of soil,
which separates earth from heaven.
Naomi Kim is a junior concentrating in English.
HOPE, Ciprian Buzilla PhD '21
12 Spring 2020