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Promise (Mag 7)
quiescent unborn-soul buried lying, dying in the filth and muck of His plan
bleak night, winter’s bitter cold, deluge of life
tiny-nothing seed forced to grow roots, twisting, clawing, taking hold
fearless fight, hope’s untainted warmth, dawn before birth
tender seedling-soul bursts forth, writhing, grasping , gasping Him in
glorious light, miracle’s brilliant glow, incarnation of promise
I took this photo at the Sherwood Forest Faire last weekend. In the middle of a trampled path grew this one lovely flower, as if defying the universe. I loved the juxtaposition of dead-gray dirt and the vibrancy of the flower. When I saw the shot on my computer, I kept hearing the refrain, "Bloom where you are. Bloom where you are. Bloom where you are." Sometimes, to bloom where you are is to be reborn unto yourself.
--Lisa
This story was written for the prompt at Magpie Tales.
12 comments:
Your prose poem fits that photo you took perfectly. All that root-growing, struggling toward life... And then the glorious flower. My Magpie prompt is up too.
What a wonderful analogy for life. Yes striving striving for the sun. Striving to get through all the trash and rocks and dry dirt. I love it. Blessings
QMM
"incarnation of promise" is so apt!
"incarnation of promise" grabbed me as well. Yes, bloom where you're planted!
Would we all were as tenacious and trusting as the daffodil! Nice one!
a new day dawns with the persistance of eternity, and your words capture this eloquently.
I so like "the incarnation of promise"..my present incarnation, for sure!! thank you!
Great pic of the daffodil making the best of a bad situation!
Those words so full of hope, a promise of the blessings of perseverance.
Great poem, so fitting of the lone bloomer you captured on film..
Very nice poem, hope and promise - lovely.
lovely
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