Ode To Blooming

A Poem

The roses are blooming

In the world outside my window.

I’ve grown to be a rose myself,

Desiring to bloom as You prune me.

My life is

A book on Your shelf.

I die to myself,

Step into the wealth of new life,

New blooms

As I follow You.

Every rose stem bends

To Your shedding,

Letting go of what used

To be.

Surrendered as You

Renew me.

May my life be a garden.

Help me believe in roses that I

Can’t see.