For we only see in part

Seeing in part,  
we only recognise what
we’ve noticed before.

Yet what of the new,
unfolding possibilities
of resurrection life?

And what of the hope,
words unknown whispering
softly in new tongues?

Let’s pause and wonder,
seeing again through
fresh eyes.

Listening for songs of hope
in the dark stillness
before dawn.

Knowing there is an after,
because love is always


Rhubarb leaves…