This April

Image by Don Kawahigashi

This April, Spring’s familiar scents—
Easter lilies, fresh mown fields,
Mulch, warm rain on blacktop roads—
Rise again from their winter sleep
Stirring the lovely forgotten past
Experiences of Spring.

So all these childhood memories wake:
        Tired feet and grass-patterned skin,
        Reading in the humid shade,
        The green porch with peeling paint,
        Summer evenings playing catch,
        The bitter taste of wild clover,
        Up to my knees in a creek flooded
        With the muddy wash of Spring.
These oddly significant plain events
Carved their place within my heart.
But now, mere guests, they cannot make
Themselves fully at home,
But bring about a lonesome ache,
Lost loveliness’ sweet lament.

This is proclaimed the season of joy:
The fragrance of Spring is all of Christ
Rising to life. Yet creation groans
(As in a prayer), obscured with the spice
And sting of smoke that rises
From stone to glory’s throne,

While passing time leaves us bereft.
Love still bids us prepare this place
For the one who bears out every love.

How will he hallow a hollowed heart?
One made ready (having embraced
Those now given to him in time)
Is stirred to receive what to us is born:
A gift, whose essence recollects
Presence by memory.

Image by Don Kawahigashi.

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Br. Simon Teller entered the Order of Preachers in 2014. He is a graduate of the University of Dallas, where he studied English literature. Before entering the order, he spent some time as a busker playing folk music in Asheville, NC, and worked as an oil-field hand in North Dakota. On

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