unleash

They say that just beyond the gates
the garden waits,

earth’s bones will bend to angel hands
beneath the land,

and fountains of the deep will sing:
“unleash the springs!”

While we are weeping at the sting
of absent breath and hope deferred,
Remember death has been interred:
The garden waits beneath the land. Unleash the spring!

“If you do away with the yoke of oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,
and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and your night will become like the noonday.
The Lord will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.

Isaiah 58:9-12