Paper thin, dry as dry,
a remnant of beauty that was,
dropped so lightly with little fanfare,
shed one by one, stripped.
This faded death, this shriveling loveliness,
a necessary verse in the total song of new life
that lies in winding roots and soil,
ready to rise again.
Dying–the necessary part of a resurgent life.
I like that last line Lily, how true...but ripe with promise and fact. Have a pleasant day I hope!
ReplyDeleteThank you. You, too. Trials come, and life is hard, but hope in Christ is what we cling to. What do people do without hope?
DeleteThanks! I've been so busy lately, I'm going to have a bunch of catching up here to do. Agh.
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