still magnolias

Warmth spreads through cold and tired bones.

A promise, whispers new beginnings.

A mother's prayers for strength being answered.

Gently though.

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.