As children begin the blossoming on springed shoes,
sleepers awaken from bedgraggled haggard wintry woes.
In Kentucky the dogwoods are blooming,
bursts of white so radiant they almost reflect yellow.

I have been jealous; foaming for a taste of heaven;
how is my hunger for God?  
I spend entirely too much time
reading books that don't change the world, or even my mind.
Biology is dry and dull--
but look at what you can learn about love from hamburgers!

From the dawning of this selection,
I have wept and cried for faith unlike mine,
for an interest in proving Jesus to skeptics,
for, at least, a whisper on a mountain.
It felt so stupid to see him in such unimportant places.

I fear some stupidity in revelation:
is he not in hamburgers if I can show the manifestation?
Do I not grow excited over mundanity and the obvious?

In Kentucky the dogwoods are blooming,
briefly branding front yards and countrysides alike
with flowers that make maples foam with envy.
Soon enough their branches will be bare--
but what is this to the maple?

Arise then, sleeper!  arise, call upon thy God!
He has been speaking the entire time, plainly, to you.
You have hidden yourself and neglected much.
And Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights