I am a flower bulb
Awaiting lovely Spring.
Sometimes I want to rush ahead
To see what this may bring.
And yet if I rush ahead
When I think I feel the sun
And bloom. I’ll die
When winter frost doth come.
And so I wait, enjoying
The season that I’m in.
For winter’s season like others
Will come to an end.
I will bloom a flower –
My Creator’s plan.
Yet, how I bloom and when I bloom
And where is in His hand.
Copyright Miriam Rainwater, April 1, 2008
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