Joy and Love and Fluffy Stuff

The thorns and the weeds have had their day.

They've molded and shaped this plant that now grows away.

While their absence may be brief and incomplete,

These days will see the plant finding it's feet.

No longer bound by weight and pain,

Flowers and leaves emerge again.

A simple tune rings pure and true;

A melody of old becoming new.

Most the world has missed the turn,

But behind the dreary overcast, the sun still burns.

Amidst the grasp of frost and death and doom

There is growing now a passionate bloom.

It grows with a legendary zeal.

Winter scars and disfigurations heal

With a mind rooted in the lessons gone by

And an ambitious heart for the hope of the sky.

It rises, not alone, but among strengthened neighbors,

A garden of communal prosperity and favor.

And as it rises it searches for another,

Not follower or friend or guide, but lover.

But this search cannot impede the swell,

It must remain by Grace impelled.

For while pursuit remains noble enough,

It was not pursuit that brought them out of the dust.

Enthusiasm and passion pour out from within

The blaze of destruction outside now matched by the Joy in it's skin.

To it's ears the silence of the grave sounds singing,

It is now, for the time, being.

**Photo adapted from Gungor's "Beautiful Things" album cover.