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with Jesus

Christian Wiman (b. 1966)

After A Storm

My sorrow's flower was so small a joy
It took a winter seeing to see it as such.
Numb, unsteady, stunned at all the evidence
Of winter's blind imperative to destroy,
I looked up, and saw the bare abundance
Of a tree whose every limb was lit and fraught with snow.
What I was seeing then I did not quite know
But knew that one mite more would have been too much.

From Once in the West: Poems (New York: Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2014).



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