The Blossom

The Blossom

A top a sturdy stem

Waiting patiently for time

A perfect light

Perhaps the dead of darkness to unfold

Beauty lies shrouded ‘neath a few thin layers.

I hold my breath

Never knowing when

God’s own hands will touch

A feeding from the torrent of rain

A tug from a hopeful bee

A nudge from dangling butterfly legs

Beauty must wait for the perfect moment

On the breath of spirit magic sends the final decree

Purge the freedom veil, so petals float

Creeping silently from cocoons on majestic wings.

A perfect twist of fate

A bloom appears while blinking,

Never while watching

As if gods know that green magic is sacred

Cannot be misused by human will

Rainbow of beauty grace my windowsill

Know your surging loveliness mirrors the divine

Smiling faces grace every star-filled bloom

As I also watch you fade as life often does

Sometimes too fast… sometimes overdue…

A top a sturdy stem,

You and I wait with patience for time to bloom—to unfold in grandeur

In the darkness we gather energy

In the light we gain power

But only with the time of God we manifest perfection.

“God of our being,

Give us Grace to wait.”

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