Once, just a sprout, amongst weeds and vines;
Braving nature's storms and winter's cold blight.
Repressed and pierced in the thorns of life,
God sprinkles with dew, replenishing in the night.
Ascending beyond trials, affliction, and strife,
A bud launches growth ... toward God's own light.
Restoring in His warmth (tranquility sublime);
Strengthened in the journey, to continue with might.
Reaching ever upward ... Heavenly inspired;
Divine radiance descends. Sun and flower unite.
A delicate bud (beautified and refined)
Blossoms into a rose, then climbs to new heights.
©Joyce C. Lock
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Photo by Jon Sullivan
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