Bloom - for Sue

A crushed flower, once so bright

Hidden, lost between two pages,

Unnoticed as the colour seeped away.

Dried of life and paper thin

Drained of fragrance from within

The petals wait.

 

Until a Saviour deftly turned

The pages yellowed yet with age,

And found the tiny stifled bloom

Within the paper walls of text.

Now see Him bend to gaze upon

Beauty buried for so long.

 

He lifts the fragile petals high

With expert care to hold them close.

And in His time, with healing touch

He tends the flower back to life

For other dried deserted lives

Need this flourishing of hope.