Sun, where have you gone?
Seeds of youth now buried deep,
yet fed by soil still.
Nourishing our growth,
from darkness comes Your brilliance;
streams of light at dawn.
Pass not a shadow
of unrest, but protecting,
till our faith takes hold.
Beauty yet unseen,
under earth, beneath Your light,
roots prepare for flight.
Even the plants revere the Light.
This poem has an aura of strength and light. May we be as blossoms with roots in rich soil.
Yes, and replenishing Water. 😉 Thanks for the visit Carlos, Deb
Sarah, this particular blossom took 12 years to appear. When I was leaving the cabin that summer, it was a tight little bloom and I was sad I wouldn’t be there for it’s unfolding. As I sat doing my morning Bible study in the chair my mom used to sit in to do hers, the bud kept catching my attention. As I was leaving, I went to check on it and it literally opened before my eyes into the picture you see. It was like a movie in fast forward. With God’s touch on our lives, as He tells us, anything is possible. Love, Deb
Oh, Deb… I’m so aggravated. I have followed your blog. I check my “reader” nearly daily, and still your posts are not showing up on my reader. Grrrr… your posts are the post I most wish to read and yet, there seems to be a “conspiracy” to prevent me from seeing them. Sigh.
Your poetry is absolutely extraordinary, Deb… but of course, it is! Your prose certainly suggests that you are a poet… and now, I have found you out! 🙂 I love your description of the rose and its inner life…and although you leave it to us to surmise in your poem, the blossom certainly serves as a metaphor for our lives! I find such quiet joy in your beautiful words. Your writing never fails to bring me peace… and to usher me into the presence of Abba! Love and hugs!