Resurgent

BETWEEN two worlds, caught!
The world that can be bought,
And the one too long unsought.

Like winter shoveling out
From under drifts, I, stout
With dayspring, shake off doubt.

What is it I have found?
Roots rich in the warm ground?
Breath free? Free wings unbound?

God whom the child knows? Soul
Recaptured? Heart made whole?
Grate open without toll?

There is a key that’s worth
Just what you learn of Earth
From the moment of rebirth.

I am too tremulous now
To tell you where or how,
But the frown is off my brow.

The greed is off my hands:
And he who understands
No further clue demands.