Fully Grown

Morden Blush

The vows, inception, but a bud,

Which Time has now released;

The years, the layers, gracious flood

Where depth of love increased.

The petals, pathways intertwined,

Your fingers in my own;

The flower, beauty, souls aligned,

A marriage fully grown.






1,000 raindrops on lily-white skin,

1,000 lilies where sorrow has been,

1,000 sorrows are washed by the rain,

After the cleansing, pure joy will remain.


Poem #1,000

In celebration of life, healing, and the joy that comes after the rain!