You Will Rise

balloon

You’re the bread dough
out on the windowsill,
the sun in the
morning skies.

You’re the balloon slipped
from a tiny hand,
and the gaze of
searching eyes.
 
You’re the flood waters
after days of rain.
and Lazarus stumbling
in surprise.

You’re the full wolf moon
on a January night.
Through the darkness
you will rise.

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