IN SPRING
WHEN KINGS GO OFF TO WAR
SO MANY THINGS IN LIFE
ARE CYCLIC
TIDE
SEASONS
PLANTING
HARVESTS
THE BIG ONE
FROM BIRTH TO DEATH
WHICH WE ALL MUST SHARE
AND GIVES MEANING TO ADVENT
THE YEARLY CYCLE
OF THE LIFE OF THE CORN KING
THE WHEAT KING
THE FISH KING
THE LIFE KING
THE CIRCUMFERENCE
OF THE WHEEL OF LIFE
IS VARIABLE
SOME
SO SMALL
AS TO BE A SPECK
OTHERS
HUGE
OLD
AND CREAKING
GRIND UNGRACEFULLY
TO A HALT
WE ARE GUILTY
OF WAITING MESSIAH
AS IF HE WERE A MAGICIAN
WHO WILL HEAL ALL OUR WOUNDS
NO EFFORT
ON OUR PART
BUT A WAVE OF A HAND
WHICH LEAVES US IN DARKNESS
LOOKING FOR LIGHT
BUT THE LIGHT IS IN US
WE WON’T LET IT SHINE
WE’D RATHER SIT IN DARKNESS
ASKING HIM TO COME
WHEN HE’S ALREADY HERE
FRANK A VOLLMER
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