resurrection rose

resurrection rose

It wasn't one moment, or was it?

And there were so many that wrestled me to the ground

and so many that reinvented me

Years revealing the specks of stars 

that smiled on the ragged and the mending

edges of me.

It feels cumulative, tho...

cobwebs in an oft times, neglected corner of our days,

where the spider crawled up unnoticed, and observed;

a surreptitious winter activity;

spinning, producing, living.....

all the while, overlooked miracles

And I am more real because of their creeping

Because of their watchful eye.

But something broke the chains;

and outlined the defining hour

between  yesterday and  tomorrow...

setting in motion all the hidden future.

It wasn't one moment, or was it?

If it was it was the light,

the blinding, burning cleansing Light,

that threw It's arms around me

and a resurrection

Rose....

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[Ed Hart]

yes, it was the light...who would know that, except those graced beyond exemption