Spring Signs

We are waiting,
though we do
not know it.

We are looking,
though we do
not know our

eyes are open.
We are listening,
but we are not

aware our ears
are tuned. Then
it happens again:

buds swell, specks
of green appear,
birds sing louder:

The big miracle
we half expect
hits us again.

We can believe.
Our doubt disappears.
Faith resurrects.

By Norbert Krapf

(Norbert Krapf is a member of St. Mary Parish in Indianapolis, and served as the Indiana Poet Laureate from 2008-10.) †

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