Purple Lamium makes reddish the sad
field beneath a grey sky hanging there
while Lent runs very fast all around.
There’s no idea that someone could revive
Purple dead-nettle puts in the fields
its blood near the green grasses’ grins so
overbearing, made by shameless life
I’m dark purple, I walk in a world
where none wears Christian hope, where none loves
nor true life nor its full meaning too.
Yet You are, You hold me, resurrect
March, 20th 2018