08 February 2011

The Crocus


First one I spy
Shooting its color
Out
Into the light.

The Work, Effort
Never seen.
Only this
Now.

Against the earthy brown backdrop
It sits silently
Not a care about being noticed
Yet available.

And I
Stop and ponder,
Will there be a time
Someday?

My heart
So filled with self and sin
The Spirit
Working to rid.

Will it burst forth
In pureness
Beauty
Clean?

This daily wrestling
Working
Sometimes striving
In vain.

Hope, Trust,
My submission will
Last.

He available
In me always.