by: Shirley Satterfield
Cicadas emerge
to sing joyfully for
two weeks of endless fun.
Its a two week splurge
as they fill the earth
and crunch under my feet
so I hate to go outside,
but this is their week to shine.
A male calls out to his bride,
his wife, his friend, his pride.
Even nature speaks of the great resurrection.
His resurrection.
Our resurrection.
Resurrection from sickness.
Resurrection from failure.
Resurrection to save.
Resurrection from the grave.
No reason not to be brave.
Shirley,
Your poem is so lovely and beautiful!!!!!! Great job! Sending you light and love, Samantha