The years have blossomed
this Soul of mine.
Old angers and resentments,
layed to rest.
Choices made in haste,
regrets of neglects long past,
are finally embraced
as cherished limitations.
All human and beloved now.

The fragrance and beauty
of roses planted years ago,
took gentle care and fertile soil.
Rose that survived through Winters
harsh and lonely chill.

So it is....
with the recovery of the human heart
into
the blossoming of inner Peace.
Well tended
with God's loving hand.