Warmth spreads through cold and tired bones.
A promise, whispers new beginnings.
A mother's prayers for strength being answered.
As the glorious buds of a japanese magnolia
Grace unfolds slowly.
Opens even as it's thankful face gazes
Into the Son.
Living as a mere reflection of The Maker
Casting longing eyes toward home.
It's only through feasting on the glow of heaven
He makes her bloom
Here and now.