Upon the Hill

There was a weedy hill without the colors of life

Light could not penetrate through shading limbs

Darkness covered over the space completely

There was potential for beauty there on the hill

The weeds were pulled out from their dirty roots

The large overgrown limbs were pruned away

At once the darkness was overcome by the light 

There was potential for beauty there on the hill

Vibrant perennials gave up their earthly treasures

Seeds were sown into the once thorny lifeless soil

For all things there is a season; a new springtime

Potential for growth and hidden beauty to flourish

The cover in its due season will surely melt away

Penetrating warmth of new light will shine through

Sown treasures will reach to the heavens above

The colors of life will give themselves up anew

Newness will cover over the barren and lifeless

A bussing in the air; dancing from here to there

There is potential for beauty in the lifeless still

Life overcame darkness and death upon the hill