How tight plum petals cling,
like lids of a sleeping babe.
Now, dew drops drizzle down
stiff foliage, as tears shed
from battered, broken heart.
How slowly the bud unfolds,
like those of butterfly wings!
Then slowly does the bloom
retreat, and falls back to earth,
one day to stir a new rebirth.

“… be renewed in the spirit of your mind, and that you put on the new man which was created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness.” Ephesians 4;22-24

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