Sue Sinclair: A Poem

Sue Sinclair

Spring rages
like a fire in the house,
wants to eat
every splinter.

It forces its way
into buds that explode
like pockets of gas.
Tears new life from the thin
tissue of what was.
The ground shivers.
The trees ache
under the pressure,
look to the sky
for a cool blue rain,

a sign that God
doesn’t sit idly by
while creation burns,

that He too endures
the heat of His love,
the great fire
He’s pushed upon
the living.

(from Breaker, Brick Books 2008. Reproduced by permission)
Read my conversation with Sue Sinclair here.