Resurrection Poem by Christopher Teale

Where drought had long prevailed
And brought death, and only death;
Lay'd on the ground the bones unveiled
Of one who loved till final breath.

In this land that was so broken,
for the lack of any kind of water
Now blooms hope, in a small token
That nature sent for man to wonder

T'is a flower that grows in the silence
Of every night that befalls this land
A flower that Grows with eager patience
Willing desperately to scream out loud
the joy that it foretells!