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