Friday, October 26, 2018

Will to Trust

 It was a little like watching a flower unfold...
Before the gold...

...turned gray

Now break of day, a sky-wide bud unfolds upon Time’s stem
And crowns the very breath we draw with hope's fresh diadem

…where morning's air is like a flower dipped in frost and mist 
A plume of pink and golden bloom, of teal and amethyst

It stirs within the heart a humble will to trust the One
That moves through bars of stars to break the bud that holds the sun

© Janet Martin

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