When clouds hailed hurt,
your harmed and crippled bloom
retired into itself,
nursing its grudges;
now snow piles on icy insult
and forces heart’s hibernation.
But beneath the soil,
where only worms are witnesses,
Roots reach needy fingers deep into
when life smiles again,
you’ll be ready.
Sweet encouragement. This was a kind of God-nudge for me today. 🙂
Wonderful! I love it when that happens… 🙂 Thanks Tina.
Loved the ending, Melody . ..the being ready! God bless you as He nudges and you write!
Thanks Debbie – what a nice way to view writing! 🙂
A big YES to that.
Thank you! 🙂