Friday, April 1, 2016

New Bloom

Only a few short stumps remained.
It would never bloom again.

How like my own life,
     Cut down by illness,
     my dreams never to be realized.

I despaired of living a life alone,
     unable to do much,,
     merely existing.

Slowly, like green leaves appearing,
     hope began to push forth.
Growing in a different pattern
     a new life gradually took shape
     full of teaching, writing, and studying,

Til, to my amazement,
     my life flourished,
     thick and green,
    with promises fulfilled.

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