Blossoming Forever
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
At the end of the day, we are all
light-seekers. In this world of seeming
and guessing, the impulse towards
ever-spring unfolds the flower of longing.
He knows the seasons of consciousness,
the inner purpose of flowers. He aligns
seeds towards the sun as they sleep.
Darkness is the point of departure.
It is soul-changing, and he uses it
to encourage us to enter the struggle upwards.
Grain seeds found in Ancient Egypt will still grow.
No matter how long we sleep
he will wait forever for the celebration
of flowering, taking slow, simple, sips
of pure contentment.
He knows all about withering, and the falling
of petals. He knows pain determines
so much. He knows winter comes, and so,
he turns his light into sweetness, his voice
into warmth, and he cultivates within us a willingness
to accept surprises.
Surprises, like why-questions suddenly unriddled,
surprises, like the sky,
surprises, like eternity,
surprises, like blossoming forever
in his hands.
I really love this. It is full of hope, and a great start for spring. It really put a smile on my face. Looking forward to reading more of your pieces.
Thank you <3