Atonement


I bow in defeat
like a wind-blown seed
tossed from a barren tree—
I am cast down.
O Savior,
Thou who suffered
and died for me too,
Might I remember
that Thou
art the Giver
of the Gift;
Wind-blown seeds
can be planted
to rise again.

[illustration] Christ in Gethsemane, by Harry Anderson