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Resurrection |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State 
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Little brown orb, lying so softly in my hand. The marvel of you demanding my attention. Could I but see deep into your heart, I'd find a perfectly formed flower waiting there. Waiting for me to stir the rich brown earth and make a bed; a nest to hold you through the winter storms. What life-force induces you to grow and not decay in your dark tomb? Who guides you? Lovingly, I cradle you and croon a lullaby. Fragile skin splits and bares your creamy flesh. Much, much too delicate to survive the frosts and heaves to come. I place you there. Sleep little one. In hibernation, let the good earth nourish you. Your internal clock, set by unknown hands, will waken you to spring. Triumphantly breaking free, a lovely tulip blossom. By: Joyce October, 2000 |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Then this is the perfect song to sing as one plants in hope.... a marvelous gift to Spring.... |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Joyce, I always feel each flower is a small miracle. This is great. Betty Lou Hebert |
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