Emerging Grace

Lying dormant in the cold hard ground,
winters chill confines.
Waiting for sunlight's golden rays,
rainy sprays, and growing days
to protrude from being bound...
Life begins emerging
from that which appears dead.
A flag of green unfurling,
fronds expand and spread.
Victory in the garden,
over deaths sure sting,
brings proof of God's grace pardon
in and on all things.