The Withering Bloom

The flowers of life

Best describe

The world of ours within


Buds of spring,

Our childhood

Delicate, innocent, fascinating


Then comes summer, drenched with heat

The battles of drought & flood

Giving way to full bloom

That once was only bud


But the withering, the withering

Of spirit and soul

The withering of the flower’s bud

Is fall’s harvest goal


And the flower, it dies

In the bitter cold of season

The delicate childhood gone

Without explanation, reason


But, the flowers of life

Best describe the world of ours within

And we will rise again to bloom

As God’s child—delicate, chosen, forgiven.


1 June 2002

cjz



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