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waiting to open
Sometimes, it feels as if I’ve been waiting all my life.
Of course, that never stops me from reaching for the sky,
leaning towards the sun, growing.
There is so much optimism in the bud of a flower.
You can see the anticipation, the reaching out.
In truth, a blossom is only the means to an afterlife.
A way to carry on.
To pass one life to another.
I hope when the time comes,
I have enough sense to soak up the light,
smile, and bloom with grace.
The seeds left behind will be an offering.
Of love.
Of possibility.
Of hope.
Everything I need.
Comments
That is indeed a beautiful and sweet bud… : ]
Posted by: Sooz | July 11th, 2012 10:32
“The seeds left behind will be an offering..” Love that!! Just beautiful.
Posted by: Robin aka Gotham Girl | July 11th, 2012 12:19
the petals you drop will be beautiful.
Posted by: Debi | July 11th, 2012 22:58
There’s a dignity in this that is utterly beautiful. You blow me away.
Posted by: Anna Montgomery | July 13th, 2012 14:04
Beautifully said.
Posted by: Kathryn Dyche Dechairo | July 13th, 2012 14:43