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.”