(I Thessalonians 4:14; Romans 8:22).
(sonnet #whocares)
She 'vited me to Easter dinner. They'll
Speak, as erst wont, of how Christ rose, from thence
My only hope: "...e'en so them also [hence]
Which sleep in Jesus will God bring [t'avail]
With Him." Of all the other features hale
In childhood joys I have no use, nor sense
Of now. She hoped, since I maunt, we'd still whence?
Let this be what she wished in aught detail.
"For we know that the whole creation"[stir
Joys in trees budding as charteuse'd 'gain cue
And clothe their naked limbs, songs as it were
From ev'ry bough and covert lilting through,
Lo,"groaneth and travaileth in pain's tour
Together 'til now," waiting, LORD, for You.
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