The Bulb

Through layers of snow, White blankets, the world Peaceful and quiet, still as grief – abiding I stay hidden, secreted in the darkness, Buried beneath the dust, the mud, the earth Where life awaits the springlike touch From sunshine’s blessing, rich and glorious Awakening the music of a heart’s mystery Soothing, like stardust – so gentle, Light covers my grave, so somber Earnest and peaceful, I lay quietly, waiting For the miracle of a moment when sunlight Breathes its wisdom through my veins, Inviting me to rise through the soil, the richest Clay, trembling with compassion, caressing Away the frost, cold, so unsympathetic – bitter Like resentment who fills the heart with Doubts, distant thunders, storms in skies so blue They feel like beautiful guiding me through The reckless rest where I’ve been dormant, forgotten By the twinkling stars, the sunrise and sunset Never aware that I was even there – alive, Hidden by the winter freeze, with ease But, now – as spring silences the silver flakes, There, hesitating within the earth, my tender leaves Begin to peek, peering up toward the sunshine Graceful and lulling, like the glimmering glories Discovered in the new buds, stirring, emerging – soundless On a quest for the light, the rain sprinkling through The night, erasing winter’s touch with a growing Promise – the assurance of a thriving blossom, a bloom Who develops just as the heart begins to beat With eagerness for the beginnings of spring, Growing – springing from the darkness, resurrected Great joy comes from the knowing, the hope That revives the spirit, the feelings In those who see that I have made it, once again, Through the silent nights and the snow blanketing On a land, sleeping through the winter’s smile, Waiting quietly for the proper time to rise From the earth, - new birth of a bud, a gentle Wish peeking out from the past, prompting the spirit To listen to the whisper of God’s tender gift to us, Those who know that, despite our deepest wishes – In time, in season – there is birthed a splendor In spring, that splendor – that pretty comes from me The bulb who waits, patient, beneath the ground Where there is the promise that, in time, there will come A beautiful flower who will brighten hearts like the sound… Laughing in the breeze – a flower, free to breath!