Seeds of hope

It’s Easter now; 

The seeds of hope once planted 

Have emerged from winter’s tomb, 

Yet still, 

 Surrounded by the vibrant greens of spring, 

And the sweet cacophony of birdsong in the air, 

We feel the chill of stones unturned, 

Of hearts still hardened, 

Of age-old grievances that still seek vengeance. 

What sacrifice must yet be made? 

When will we learn it’s in forgiveness 

 That we will find salvation?