Symbol Poem by David Morton

Symbol

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My faith is all a doubtful thing,
   Wove on a doubtful loom, --
Until there comes, each showery spring,
   A cherry-tree in bloom;
And Christ who died upon a tree
   That death had stricken bare,
Comes beautifully back to me,
   In blossoms, everywhere.

Saturday, January 4, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: faith,spring,tree
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