One day without warning Spring arrives,
As predictable and unexpected as a death.
Birdsong and the smack of dripping water, car tires
Spitting on wet pavement sound strange and loud
In the soft air.
I am as empty as the trees and snowless land,
Stripped of winter’s enfolding wrap.
Now robins tug at swollen worms,
Raw green shoots split the earth.
Nature has her way.
In December the ground was frozen
Hard as a bone. It took a backhoe to dig the hole.
As long as I left traces in the snow
You still were here.
What’s dead is dead and I can live with that;
This rebirth’s an intolerable affront.
You have a decision to make: double or nothing.
For this week only, a generous supporter has offered to fully match all new and increased donations to First Things up to $60,000.
In other words, your gift of $50 unlocks $100 for First Things, your gift of $100 unlocks $200, and so on, up to a total of $120,000. But if you don’t give, nothing.
So what will it be, dear reader: double, or nothing?
Make your year-end gift go twice as far for First Things by giving now.
