Friday Poetry Blogging

Today you get a two-fer: Some Leonard Cohen, thanks to my friend Mata H -- see her response to my post "Rend Your Heart and Not Your Garments" -- and this poem by Christina Rossetti:

A Better Resurrection

O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall--the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.